Delight of doubting

O Doubt, thou hast given me so much joy, That doubting has been my second nature, Besides my life’s heaven-sent bliss and buoy, Doubtless never goes even my prayer. Had I clues to all questions that arose, I’d have died under its heavy burden O to have gone captive to self-made woes, A slave with choice, joy of freedom nor fun. Come Doubt-Revolt and let me face the truth As an uncommon adventure of life, Where’s joy in set answers of school-age youth? With thirst let me carve truth, give me thy knife. Had I followed set rules, curbed my rare itch, Ne’er to set out in search of the unknown, Imagine where in this world I’d have reached, Wiped out erelong, from the face of earth gone. You, Doubt, think, explore to experiment, There’s thirst in thee to search as to resolve, A strange joy thy inane predicament, Certainty thy death, farther to evolve. If Beethoven had not doubted Mozart, Picasso had not Michael Angelo, Einstein had not taken Newton apart… Only he that knows not so, doubts not so. Human wisdom began but with doubting, From doubt came questions, wherefrom turned in truth, True faith’s not in accepting everything, Yet, we oft no more ask questions post youth! O keep alive that doubting mind-- mother Of all progress. Doubt, thy pain’s too lonely To know that faith has been thy twin brother, Sang Gibran, as can bards like him only. Fair that many look wiser in their doubt Than in their cast-in-stone, pre-set belief, Indulge in doubt, forget thy awkward spout, A doubt indulged in holds a potential brief. Belief is it that goes out to divide Us, as religions have through life of men, You Doubt help us unite. A doubt denied Comes by windows, should men all the doors man. So, remember O man, in the kingdom Of knowledge, doubt be the spring of wisdom, And never once this Gibran’s wisdom flout: Never on speaking terms were Love and Doubt. ________________________ Ode|25.01.2025|delight, doubt