I’ve made room for Doubt
Who used to feel like an unwelcome guest
Upsetting the apple cart,
Causing it all to come tumbling down.
I gave Doubt some space to stretch
Out in, letting it ask the questions
It has long been wondering about.
My dissonant mind felt the discomfort,
The peace I craved was crowded out
By the baggage Doubt carried,
Its boxes and bags cluttering the room.
But as I made a place for Doubt,
I opened a window; the Spirit blew through
Doubt asked the questions, and
God’s Spirit said “I am who I am.”
I settled in by the hearth’s fire,
And the comfort of knowing
in part, of being fully known
Warmed me all the way to my bones.
Doubt didn’t get all the answers
It was longing for. It keeps asking
For something to grasp onto in
all of the mystery.
The unseen God is not threatened
By the wonderings and wanderings
Of Doubt. He comes into the house
Again with another offering of peace.
He deals gently with Doubt,
Offering up the Incarnation as proof.
To which Doubt responds,
“My Lord and my God!”
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