I prayed all my life for light,
For worth that I could be,
For acknowledgement of my entity
For acceptance of me -
By God.
Unwilling to be his bastard
I've yearned to be claimed,
To be fortified and recognized
Blood and soul as his.
How can miracles be argued
When life breathes and moves
To look for other than that
In the province of fools.
I'm aware
And I see and feel.
Is there other more awesome field
For consternation or affirmation of real?
Look not to the water made wine
Or for the dead to arise
Merely to know and to be
Merely to have acne
Are grounds for cosmic surprise.
Addie W. Williams
.4/21/1982
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