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November 15-18, 2021
My Hope
my mind inhabits insecurity is forever uncertain if what it knows is best known or not known mist swirls, obscures reality do I really know this or do I really know that or do I know the other thing a thing not thing at all I don’t know and I can’t know and I never know it’s all so confusing the only evaluator I own is not at all reliable it randomly lies at me tells me what is, isn’t how would I know? tells me what isn’t, is how would I not know? uncertainty precedes my every step my sense of ‘the real’ is constantly in doubt I cannot know where fog and fact diverge
but of this I am certain I am no determiner of ‘the real’ am but an inhabitant of it my certainty cannot cause it my uncertainty cannot change it it is held by a power so far beyond me a power so incredibly grand so as to beggar my imagination and knowing the certain truth of He who holds both reality and my fragile wand’ring mind I know that I am safe
and of this I am even more sure will come a grand and glorious day when I will no longer be confused I will both see and know ‘the real’ I will be safe from every fear and doubt I will no longer peer through shadows I will be whole I will see and I will fully know He Who held and holds me fast
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My Hope A poem by Peter Rhebergen Copyright 2023 About me Download all poems on this website Each New Day A Miracle Bible Studies | How to Study the Bible Life Is Wonderful | Photography |
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