Poem August 27, 1979 Issue

Certainty

PAUL STEVENS BASILE

How could I have doubted?

When
from confusion and loss,
the trough of despair,
arose patient, tenacious hope?

How could I have doubted?

When
through depth-crashing failures
and gnawing fatigues
shone, undiminished,
the light of faith?

How could I have doubted?

When, again,
unspeakable peace—
the hereness of Love—
out-thundered the din
of thoughts without trust?

How could I ever have doubted?

PAUL STEVENS BASILE

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