Certitude Sentiment Certitude Joy

Fire and a hidden God hidden
In the lining of an old coat,
Stalking the sparrows in shadows.

Could he have kept that joy, his faith
Would have kept sufficient, been true
And not just his note in his coat.

Oh, wagerer. The sparrows flew
Faster than you could write them down,
And there you were. Do what you must

To continue, more or less. Do
Little. Care less. Pascal! Savor
Available emptiness. Rest.