Whatsoever be the God you worship
I will thank him in the sultry stillness
Of the impending hours of darkness . . . .
Not for his divine intrusion into my life,
Nor for his visiting your presence upon me,
But simply for the essence of your being,
For the serendipity of our first meeting
The privilege of knowing you miracle enough
To evoke a thankful heart to some deity . . . .
Thus, I will thank your God in your way
For I know of no God I may approach.