IT FEELS THAT WAY SOMETIMES

Sometimes coincidence seems planned.
Maybe that can’t be
but  still
it feels that way, sometimes.

 

You go certain places
and you meet certain people
and you feel, in retrospect
guided.

 

Is it presumptuous of you
to claim some sort of guidance
when so many others you know
are adrift in chaos
and seem to have no direction?

 

It is not as if  you ever earned
this sense of feeling led.

And it is not as if
you espoused some creed
that enabled you to feel special.

 

In fact, you’re not certain
what it  is
that makes you feel this way.
But you do, sometimes.

 

It would seem odd
not to believe in God.

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