I believe that life is a mystery,
which we should attend as acolytes
with humility and in awe; that we
have barely scratched the surface
of science which is vast but finite;
that the suggestion that we have
any grip on infinite God is laughable.

I believe we are reborn in every heartbeat;
that enlightened is as enlightened does;
that every moment we stumble
in sin and stagger on.

I believe that God loves us anyway,
though I cannot so much study Him
as yearn for Him. I believe
I don’t know anything,
and therein lies my hope.