"A Glimpse"

I live, I die. I know not why

and dare not think of asking

I take these truths that I believe

and in these truths I'm basking

For in these truths that I believe

and know not of their light

that comes from whence?

That comes from where?

Ah! 'Tis from everlasting

And I will sigh with warm content

to Know these truths I see

I know not how or whence they came

or if I'm truly me...

And to that yet, I wonder still

What it is that makes me man

For all I know, these thruths I see

and know not what I am

For am I not a glimpse of life?

my perception makes me - me

And now these truths that I believe

Is whom I seem to be

And who I seem to be, pray tell?

Is that truly me?

I know not how or whence I came

but know it's Glory Be!