A Modern Man,
I was presupposed to be an animal
Programmed by genetic instinct and social construct
To react.
Shed one determinism only to
Put on yet another,
A vacillating slave between instinct and construct.
There’s nothing that you can do about it,
In this glamorous illusion cast by dark powers,
Unless (shudder), never mind.
Then I was awakened to find that
I’m not animal and to see
The fingerprint that is at once too small to perceive and
Too large to comprehend.
Yet too, my Father does speak to
Men...neither animal nor spirit, but
Like no other creature,
Different than the sum of both.
I take root in and tend to His garden.
