Under His thumb
He
was the distant Observer of my youth,
remote
enough not to cramp my style.
By
middle age, I sought a deeper bond,
hoping
to escape my fears by settling
securely
under His thumb.
These
latter years, I take Him for granted,
the
Great Sustainer, without Whom
there
is no Existence and no reason to exist.
O
child, God is immutable; only ourselves
and our perspectives change
with time.
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