Doubt is unnerving. What seemed so solid can come unmoored. Little do we realize that this is part of growth, part of the process of new belief emerging. It is humbling to not know. We know what we know and we know what we don’t know...but we don’t know what we don’t know. Ah, yes, to live gently with the questions!
I am one who knows the night
And sees in darkness filled with fear.
I am lost in reflections of what-ifs, of so-whats, of too many sides.
They say, ‘Do this,’ ‘Don’t do that,’
And I tremble, shaking with questions.
I am one transfixed in anxious doubt, as by a coiled snake.
But some young part of me believes
This is a night with a view...
I am who who feels the light before it glimmers
Alive in the knowing moment of rightness with the world.