What I Am Now, Shall I Always Be?

What I am now, shall I always be?
A woman riding the tides of fate
Who left the garden cheerfully
Not content to remain behind the gate.
But embark'd upon a winding path
With occasional stops both bad and good,
'til another turning beckoned me
And I wandered off to a curious wood.
And through it all, as I traipsed along,
Sometimes with a skip, sometimes with a plod,
I felt in the wind upon my face
The gentle hand of a loving God.
What I am now, shall I always be?
Or shall I shape-shift once again,
And wander whistling tunelessly
Down a winding road with a distant end?

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