April 11, 2014

“We can’t be certain of God”
you say, all gracious and kind
at once pompous and disdainful
as if your doubt denies my faith
dogmatism opposing dogma
(and the humour eludes you)
but what you mean to say is
“I don’t want the certainty I know”
wishing intently by your denial
to receive the blessing and not
remain in your curse
but how can hate inherit love

you are not uncertain at all
merely terrified that awaits
the certain result of your hate