What to be/ a silent prayer

I was begotten, not created.

Had neither farther or mother

Nor a guiding hand.

Was neither shaped or cut,

Willed or wanted.

Just begotten not created.

If I had but created been,

Then a caring face I may have seen.

Or perhaps a masters command have known

But unlike a seed I was not sown.

A kind of joy I may have had,

To not be Begotten but created.

Spring to life, from the dust

To gain knowledge of my being.

T’was my great lust.

But now I ask you please,

If I am just begotton,

What should I be?

(Editted Feb 2nd 2012 )