How Did You Do It? - Sonnet 43

My father sat me down within a dream
And said, “For the next hour, you have my ear -
What should we talk about?” And through the fear
Of measly contribution to a team
That eagerly awaits beyond the veil
Of time and watches every little move
I choose to make, I chose instead to soothe
The child inside me standing on his scale:
“There’s nothing in particular I ought
To know, except for one small, single thing:
How did you do it? How did you so bring
Such joy and peace served in a time of want?”
My father, choosing narrow over broad,
And smiling all the while: “Not I, but God.”