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God's Reason
Next March, three years into the second decade of the third millennium, Almost three years into my eighth decade, A mere five months from this present October (Though I can't recall on exactly which day it all began), I'll celebrate a complete half-century of my life's career as a poet,
A shaper of my relationship with the world, in whose embrace I exist, Using letters, words, and sentences, visions and metaphors, To form stanzas racing toward a full disclosure of my soul, So that I might decipher the code to my Maker's mind And, in so doing, open the sacred gates to the holy kingdom of eternity.
Tonight, sitting alone, facing the blue-ruled pages of my notebook, Meditating on the fifty-year gift of composition I've been blessed with — Transmuting the universe into sonorously majestic images Capturing the evanescent, ephemeral, transient present, In immortal, transcendental ecstasies endlessly evolving —
I'm joyously, ebulliently astonished, amazed, startled, shaken, stunned, Casting back, over the 11,474 poems I've written before this one, Since that providential March week in 1963, Not long before my graduation from Yale University, When I hadn't the vaguest clue that the future would recruit me
To record the minutiae and the colossality of my emergent lifetime, In poem after poem after poem after poem, As if filling the sky with stars as numerous as those in the Milky Way, So I might leave behind a history of my breath-to-breath presence, For those who'd follow me, that they'd see God's reason for my being.
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