Father, God,
I am glad You
Are the One
Keeping it together
Pulling the strings
Willing even to
Beam down
Your Only Son
From a harmonious
Warm universe
To a discordant galaxy
To a solar system
Gone sour
Filled with cacophony
I am glad it is You
That You are there pulling the strings.
Spring 1985
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