Seeming is apparent
It’s never definitely certain,
There is still some skepticism
Lurking behind the curtain.
As the drama unfolds
So many things can occur
To question the apparent
And make one more unsure.
Seeming is never certain
It is more of a hope,
More like a mechanism we use
To help us to cope.
A friend once said to me
Ninety-nine percent is still unsure,
There is some reservation
That looms more and more.
It is always the uncertainty
That worries us the most,
And it’s only a hundred percent
In which we can boast.
There is certainty with God
I can think of no one else,
Not even in the greatest human
And surely not in self.
You see, God knows everything
And we do not,
Nothing is apparent to Him
But appearance is our lot.
It is all we have to go on
That is, outside of God,
It is somewhat like the lotto
Until the numbers are called.
The present is our best bet
The future is a no-show
And if indeed it comes around
There is only today to show.
How it seems is exactly that
No matter our insistence,
Appearance is an approximation;
It’s not an exact science.
Take Longfellow’s timely advice
Trust no future however pleasant,
However bright it may seem,
Seemingly so is just apparent.
Stewart Russell © May 2020
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