Poem: He Moves in Mysterious Ways...

He Moves in Mysterious Ways…

As I looked over
my life in ruins,
I took comfort in
the fact that I could
see the Hand of God
in fleeting glimpses
behind the scenes and
in the cracks and seams.

This gave me the faith
to keep going on.
So, against all foes,
I still danced with my
darling Morticia!
I took solace in
crashing model trains!
And I laughed with joy
when my wife’s brother
would place a lightbulb
in his glowing mouth.

I persevered, but,
in hindsight, maybe
it was actually
not the Hand of God
I saw in my life.
There’s a chance it was
only Cousin It.

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