Perhaps my being here
is a blessed accident--
My life might be nothing more
than the shits and giggles of my God.
How then, can I not be happy
and full of glee, full of joy?
After all, it was a seed of joy that God planted
in a mire of mud and muck
that grew into me.
Truly, then, that is the miracle
of my smiling God.
And truer yet, the greater miracle
just might be me
smiling back at my playful God.