Maybe never say,
Or never insist,
Things won’t make themselves
On their own, won’t take
Good care of themselves
On their own. The world
As experienced
Seems to make itself,
And if you need God,
You think, to make things,
You end up with God
God-made, on God’s own.
Things are very good
At making themselves,
And the things you make
Are mostly mixtures
Of them making you
As you’re making them.
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