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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.


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



in these end-time years,

I can live with that.

But, still, I want to know.