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All poems: copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
Free scrapbook poems permission to use
provided by the author. |
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. |