You gave me it
I owe You my life.
Not because You saved it -
You gave me it. You gave me it,
without reason, that whimsical
original moment You got rolling
the whole ball of wax.
You gave me it the time
of my labored entrance,
emergence of my personal Illusion -
the world, self and space.
You gave me it, at last,
a purposeless task,
my empty hands time-heavy, to sculpt
Your likeness in the rough, raw clay.
O child of God, you were given this life
you hold now so perversely for ransom.