I used to know
God
and God’s purposes –
intimately, I thought.
I had found a road
to take me toward
God’s pleasings, I thought,
and lived with an eye
on God’s angels.
There was always light,
not blinding
but defining, I thought,
at least enough
to give a sense of meaning
to my being,

I thought.

Those young years
are almost a lifetime ago
and what I thought back then,  
the answers I believed
strongly enough
to impose on others
have  matured into questions.
Fortunately,
the light remains;
my sense of meaning
has not diminished.
And my being
and becoming
remain more of a quest
than a certainty.
The road is crooked now
and at times unpaved.
What I once knew
has become
not-knowing.
Gratefully,
in these end-time years,
I can live with that.