In my life, I’ve raised no bridges,
cured no diseases,
and never made a million dollars.
I could have been a better father,
brother, son, husband and friend.
I have accomplished little
and nothing of any moment.
But I wrote a poem.
And if I do nothing else in life,
I will have done that.
That’s important because it was while doing that
I came in contact with perhaps God;
perhaps merely a better version of myself
than ever was before.
For an all too brief time I stopped being silly,
and held just still as something within
was touched by Something out there.
All wondering ceased.
Knowing was.
God is in the praying.
Love in the telling.