God may or not exist, but sovereign (Thanksgiving Poem)
The gift of being cannot be a given:
How many trillion accidents made me?
And yet it seems no accident to be,
Nor seem I less the driver than the driven.
Knowledge cannot penetrate my freedom,
So absolute it seems I am that am.
God may or not exist, but sovereign,
I seem to rule by will my rotting kingdom.
Very little that it seems, it seems,
Is what it is: the being and glory,
Nor can I be the author of my story,
Graced to witness truths beyond my dreams.
Nicholas Gordon
Thanksgiving Poems & Messages
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