Certainty

How much certainty
Informs me daily?

A whole lot, yet
None at all.

I expound:
Tomorrow, the sun
Shall rise.

That much is certain.

Yet some day there
Will not be a day,
The better informed
Inform me, saying
The sun may not in fact
Rise.

And of this , all
I have is 
Their assurances
And my uncertainty.

So tomorrow the sun
Shall rise, of that
I’m certain.  Yet

My betters caution 
Me to an ultimate
Otherwise.

I’ll take those
Cautions seriously
But perhaps not 
Quite as they would
Have me grasp it:

For tomorrow, in my
Devotions, I’ll say,
As I always do,
The ancient recitation.

Praise are You
Master of the Cosmos
Bringing forth light,
Forming the dark,
Filling full our being
Creating The All.

Then I’ll take a moment
To enjoy the sun
Before it gets too hot.