Blissful Doubt

4/10/13

12:32 am

Brooklyn NY

Inspired from the retreat at

St. Basil’s Salvatorian Center,

Methuen MA

Blissful Doubt

He was mortified.

For he had been lost by his time.

A time of numerous choices

And instant delight.

He has cossetted his soul in naive needs.

The deities he had made,

Ruled over all his days.

He was mortified.

For he had been lost by his society.

A society where freedom only meant

To choose what is greatly admired,

To take what is easy and comfortable.

Freedom never meant anguish and distress.

Even if it was virtuous and right.

He was mortified.

For he had been lost

By his intellectual peers.  

Peers who believed that only the sensible

And pragmatic facts mattered.

His belief was seen as feebleness.

A pathetic plea from a frail individual.

On unsteady ground he stood.

Yet he was never pleased at his disbelief.

For he’s summoned unceasingly,

By the awe-inspiring genius 

And the overwhelming mastermind

In the harmony of earth and sky.

The rising of the sun to its falling 

And the life that breathed within its realm.

He’s summoned

By the imposing meaning of his presence.

As he journeyed life trying to understand 

The diverging degrees of excellence.

This disbeliever knew in his heart, 

That he need not be nor shall he live forever.

He knew who is faultless,

From the one who isn’t.

He was mortified.

Yet this time,

He was crushed from one definite reason.

His incredulity is anything but dishonest.

And this was the beginning of his conviction.

A blissful doubt which led him to be certain,

That providence works in mysterious ways.