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 10/2022