Transcendental Sonnet #1275:
How Odd of God!

How odd to find myself alive
Given the possibilities
How unusual to survive
Into these years such days as these
Each moment seems a gift to me
A sweet improbability

Reality and nothing less
Than this you tell me here and now
Though I know nothing I confess
Of what is unreal what is real
All I can tell you is I feel
Lucky just to be here somehow

How odd of God! But it is clear
He would that I enjoy it here

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

how odd of god! but it is clear


God always appear to be very near
but in actual terms he is really away very far
love him like him and chant his virtues they are clear and dear
feel not shy and do not take a sigh he is beyond any fear
weigh not his grace with any materialistic sear
he is a seer and hence serene the opportunity you get in touch is very rare

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