Is there a knowing that’s beyond belief,
That needs no creeds or ideologies
And to wild speculations brings relief
That’s comparable to science’ certainties?
I mean, in matters spiritual and deep,
In questions we regard as ultimate,
Is there no other way to know than leap
With faith and wager all on Pascal’s bet?
Surely there is another mode of knowing—
Immediate, direct, and absolute—
That leaves one’s mind clear and one’s spirit glowing
While rendering all equivocations moot.
For such indubitable enlightenment
We seek and speculate it’s Heaven sent.