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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.
Thankfully,
in these end-time years,
I can live with that.
But, still, I want to know.