Your luck rained down — and struck us as divine.
How on earth did you ever qualify?
A thousand circumstances fell in line.
Bright angels gave, in unison, a cry
of approbation. How did you defy
the odds? We cannot analyze the facts
and say we’re satisfied. I shall not lie:
this was amongst God’s most surprising acts.
I noted you were able to relax.
I noted you seemed perfectly at ease.
That presence, though august, seemed not to tax
your sense of wild impossibilities.
To celebrate enough I’m quite unable.
You sat, sir, at the presidential table.