This hairless primate
small twig on a small branch
of the tree of life
Living meat with a three pound brain
suspended by bone, packaged in skin,
born naked and crying and afraid,
Maybe destined to die the same
and in-between self-impressed
self-absorbed beyond all reason
only on occasion slightly awake
to my smallness and frailty
and dignity and wonder
while seeking to be so right
that all else becomes reason for suspicion
and prayer seems unanswered
by a god of contradiction -
No. He is constant.
He loves whom He loves
and hates what He hates.
And in that assurance I am elevated
in my omissions and commission's;
Surrender does elevate.
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