It’s nice to be so sure of heaven.
It must be!
Yet certainty has defied me on my journey.

There was a time I sought to have assurances —
took on THE CLOTH believing: as a A MAN OF GOD
I’d surely have my way with mysteries.
‘Twas a good adventure, to be sure —
but over now, with no regrets.
I’m now comfortable with unanswered questions
but never regard them with indifference.
I trust I do not sit upon the throne of arrogance.

Could still be: I’ll be surprised one day.
A revelation may subdue me
and I will have to change the paths that I now travel.
It better happen soon — it’s getting late.

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