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A Humbling

                                                                  

Each morning I awaken is a blessing, a benediction, a benison,

Each afternoon I contemplate my day's work a privilege, a gift,

Each evening I lie down to sleep an endless essence of serenity.

 

What I've done to deserve such wonders is enigmatic, inscrutable,

Inconceivable for my humble intellect and heart to plumb;

Indeed, I'm a helpless, feeble creature, when it comes to understanding.

 

All I can do is smile inside my eyes and show deep gratitude,

For breathing, receiving the beatitudes of being,

And for believing that forever, immortality, eternity, is my destiny.

 

Otherwise, how might I justify the slightest reason for my existence?

Can you imagine how bleak, depressing, moribund life would be

If death, not God, reigned omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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