An Odd Ode
Know I, I’m odd, but I wouldn’t be
Anything other than what is me,
And God I believe in even though
I’m not ideal at what I know.
Look I, upon this life I’ve led
Through a window from my bed,
Assembled in the stars I see
A medley of what used to be.
Though my body’s weak my soul believes
In a God so True and Old,
And e’en though I’m odd I know that He’s
Formed another for my heart to hold.
And e’en I sometimes am bewildered,
By my own design so odd it be,
E’en at that I know my prayers are heard
Through this perplexing odyssey.
Peculiar at times within my head,
But if in the end only my God
Will love me for the things I’ve said
I’ll be alright with being odd.
-Jacob Winterfeldt