Assurance

What completely blows my mind (breaks my heart, actually)
is that there are people who think this is all just a

Fortunate Accident.

But I am one of the very lucky ones, I suppose–
No! Not lucky, blessed
–whose surety is simple enough that

In the morning when the rosy light bathes the mountains,
And shines through my soul like a tile of glass,

I know that there is a God.

That is all it takes, really.

Yet all things bear witness of it.
The way Julia says my name, “Dee-dee-dee!”
The miracle of birth and
My Family
The sinking-into-a-warm-bath feeling of true friends
The poem “Jerusalem” by William Blake
Sitting at table with my Barlow grandparents,
The life that they have lived
Friendship of two brothers who astound me with their goodness.

And even in my life’s darkest night,
the glitter of the stars
is enough

to know.

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