Hints and allegations

All through my life I have had my suspicions
There have been those things
Unexpected
Some were shocking, some lovely
All memorable
Like the hero of the book Mrs. Ridell gave me
Or the plot twists of more movies than I can remember
They all pointed to a nexus, a convergence
Just beyond my sight, just over the horizon
Like that song you love so much but just cannot remember the title just now
Or that girlfriend in eighth grade who though now almost forgotten, then
Filled all the space in your small but brightly lit room
What I'm saying or possibly trying desperately to say is
There is a mystery here
It is cleverly written and the plot is mesmerizing
If only because I - and you - are the main characters
We have seen triumph - we have seen tragedy
We have met lovers and liars and louts more than we can number
But through it all we have kept our wits
And that alone should be enough to convince us
But we have been burned once or twice and, by now,
We are hard bargains
But life persists and the story continues
And what I can now say
Although not definitively, at least with passion and my voice rising, is
That mystery is why we live
It is the gasp and tear at the sudden sunrise
That euphoric moment when light appears
Color abounds, and the darkness is banished
It is why we press on, why after storms and heartache
After disappointment and distrust
We still believe
And even if we do not know precisely who or what or why
The simple fact that we do
That we - even when given so many opportunities to abandon hope
We do not
That is the most convincing
If even the most quiet and tender proof
That there is a god
And that he, she or it not only is
But is deep, and abiding, and quiet
In all of us
If only we listen

dg

5/29/11

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