Holiness of Doubt
Forgive when I think I have you all figured out;
when I mistake certainty for faith;
doubt for sin.
Mystery is the very fragrance of life with you —
Wonderful are the days
when belief takes the form of proof.
Wonderful, too, are the days when
form is fleeting,
and faith is all we have to cling to.
Life is found in the in-between:
proof and mystery
form and chaos
belief and doubt.
Blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe…
Blessed, too, are those who still doubt…
and yet long for more.