Not Of My Doing, But God's Poem by RIC BASTASA

SOMETHING THAT tickles me for years now
suddenly does not tickle me anymore and i am glad

perhaps, tomorrow I'll change because i am not affected anymore
by what used to tickle me before

something that we want to avoid and yet we like getting into
just the same we go into and it is useless to pretend that we

are not into such a delicious and aromatic indulgence,
and i do not want to pretend some more
that i have taken so much pains
to be clean

I'll waited long for this numbness and here it is, my luck,
and i am overjoyed,

it is this sin that is finally giving up on me,

because the grace of the Lord's mercy has finally won me
on its side of the magnificent fence.

Not of my doing, But
God's. For who am I,
i am weak.