I have come to realize that (in my profession <SoftwareMonkey>), perhaps as in life, I rarely if ever Know any given Thing; I mostly just try and guess Things in real-time.
Oftentimes, this involves rolling up what I think that I once thought that I knew, and layering what I’m observing and feeling atop it all (and informed by intention, either conscious or some-sort-of-Otherwise), and making a decision about what I feel that I think that I now possibly know. Google is sometimes consulted – as are other Humans, on occasion.
This Never-Really-Knowing has something to do with Faith – though in what way, I can’t yet quite say.
I know this: I have Great Faith. Sometimes. I forget now and then, but it tends to return.
Teach Each Other; Help Each Other – we’re here to do these Things. This I most surely Know, through Faith in my God – who is also Your God. Our God. Through Whatever Names we call Them. We are here to learn, individually, and as a collective. To achieve some potential that we keep forgetting that we have.
I owe All of my Things to Every Body, while I’m here. I feel that I know this too. What is it that I faithfully owe to you?
Incremental Progress: Give yourSelf credit – for it’s your credit that’s due.
At times I grow weary of wondering if our cat is going to come home this time.
Every time, I wonder that, about our fluffy, precious, absent cat.
I could be canvassing the neighbourhood each and every time I have this feeling or that – about the chances we might once again regain our cat…
But I won’t.
This is always a waiting game – and for me, a chance to explore what Faith might be.
I wrote this poem because Jenkins hasn’t come home in two days and Mallory tells me I should channel my worrying into some kind of artwork. So I wrote a poem, and now it’s yours. It has some rhymes in it but not in all the places you’d want them, so I guess it counts. I do feel a little better.