When I think of God, as I often do
It is not with worry or deep regret.
I remember a time, I thought I knew
At least a few of the answers and yet-
Time works to conceal more than it reveals.
Still, when I close my eyes I see some truth.
Opening to the silence is what heals,
no longer hostage to my need for proof.
I acknowledge that evil cannot be
understood, but reject its authority.
Surrender into the arms of God's mercy,
certainty is not my priority.
Hope sings off-key to open the heart,
be present and listen it is a start.
revised 11/2012
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