The Child Was Merely Accidental

November 15, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy by the numbers.

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A philosophical number poem about the unease of knowing that you might never have been:

The child was merely accidental.

When she looked up, the sun turned towards her,

Each star found her face, space crawled up

Next to her, wrapped her in its many layers,

Touched each eye with a soft finger,

Yet her unease would not disappear.

Even in that radiance, it would not disappear,

In the sweet reluctance of a child's world,

Given the joy of strangeness, given

Her capacity for forgiveness, it remained

That she might not have been.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy by the Numbers

11/11: Solitude Is Never Yours Alone

11/12: Sing of the Sweet Sunlight of the Soul

11/13: Silence at the Center of the Soul

11/14: The Ocean That We Live on Has No Shore

11/15: The Child Was Merely Accidental