Tuesday, December 28, 2010


If there’s a Higher Being, provident
And kind, benevolent toward suffering
And needy individuals, intent
And capable to help—to Thee I sing.

Please pardon me my old agnostic doubt,
So skeptical of credulous belief;
Too many souls are conned by creeds that tout
Absurdities, though proffer no relief.

Yet now I do not sing to supplicate
But thank for what seems merciful and kind:
That what looked perilous may soon abate
And this result was lovingly designed.

     For if there is one miracle above,
     To show below, then surely that is love.