The Role Playing Game

Wherein lies the chaos,

We try to overcome with theory?

When so much tends to happen,

From so very few factors.

Take the weather for example,

It only requires heat and moisture,

To make unpredictable results.

Yet we are so much more,

Complex in all of our ways.

With so many different factors,

Defining who we are,

We have infinitely more potential,

Then just the wind and the rain.

What dice was rolled,

To make me who I am,

A man with as many questions,

As there are answers under the sun?

What made her who she is,

The Soulmate by my side,

With beauty and understanding,

Beyond my comprehension?

And yet we have many choices,

In all of the things we do,

Each motion creating motion,

Each word inspiring an action,

And each smile saving a soul.

For just in our very being,

Without willful action,

We are creating ripples,

Which affect the world beyond.

So we choose our own adventures,

In creating our own stories,

But are we rolling dice,

To determine what is at hand?

But we do each have a choice,

In where we place our trust,

For if it is not within God’s wisdom,

And His guiding hand of love,

Then all we have is chance,

Just the throw of the dice,

And hoping against hope,

That we may have good luck.