Who am I to have a thought
Or say a prayer
Or claim a place in this pond?
And yet I sense that everything I do
Is more than me.
Somehow I’m part of a cosmic plan
Immensely greater than I but dependent upon me.
Someone is thinking of me now,
Someone who created me,
Someone who’s loving me,
And I swim contentedly,
Knowing I have a place.
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