Certainty

Sometimes, in the slow unfolding of life,

a moment comes when we loosen our grip

on the need for certainty.

Not because certainty has failed us—

on the contrary, it has taught us much

about the architecture of the world

and our own fragile edges.

But there are places that the soul cannot enter

when burdened by the need to be sure.

Love, hope, grace, and 

the Sacred Presence older than time,

all defy the boundaries of proof.

They cannot be measured or managed; 

they can only be experienced.

Bidden or unbidden, they arrive as gifts,

surfacing from the deep well

of a vast and quiet mystery.

In time, 

the worry of not being sure

eases into something else:

a quiet, spiritual knowing

impossible to hold,

but ready to be trusted.