Triolet Church Signs of Doubt

1.
On my journey from knowing into unknowing and back
watching God write straight on crooked lines,
I’ve learned we know nothing. Think of that!
On my journey from knowing into unknowing and back,
from horned angel to feathered demoniac,
I’ve heard Earth saying Yes, yes, smiling.
On my journey from knowing into unknowing and back,
I’ve learned God writes straight on crooked lines.

2.
Since blind unbelief is sure to err,
I know I shall not know
and trust God to be his own interpreter.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
but most sermons are wind and bluster,
so how to resist doubt’s undertow?
Blind unbelief is sure to err.
I know I shall not know.

3.
Since all answers turn back into questions,
I try to love the questions themselves.
What color rooms have many mansions?
All answers turn back into questions—
Were they Commandments or Suggestions?
Why did He choose only twelve?
All answers turn back into questions.
I try to love the questions themselves.

L.N. Allen

L.N. Allen’s poems have previously appeared in journals including The Cream City Review, The Southern Review, Tundra, and Tar River Poetry. Her most recent poems are in Anglican Theological Review, Christianity and Literature,and Barbaric Yawp. She is currently preparing for publication a manuscript tentatively titled Be Always Coming Home.

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