So Many Certainties (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

So Many Certainties
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Thursday, October 23, 2025 Rated "G" by the Author.

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So Many Certainties by John Herlihy We live within the folds of so many mysteries, So many uncertainties amid so many certainties. The fact is we don't know how things will end, Then again, we don't know how things will begin. Even things that happened that are in between, Faced with so many things not what they seem. We go through life with so many unknowns, So many challenges that are not home grown. How can so many uncertainties feel so certain, How can so many mysteries feel as such a burden. Yet some mysteries unfold as buds that bloom, Whether this happens or not, we must never assume. All the certain uncertainties that make us feel rich, Weaving themselves into our destiny stitch by stitch. The tapestry of our lives comes to an end in perfection, There in the divine mirror we will see our reflection. - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Friday 4 July June 2025

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 30, 2025

YES, WHILE WE ARE STILL FACED WITH MANY MYSTERIES...IT IS THESE THAT MAKE SO VERY CERTAIN OF THE UNCERTAINTIES THAT WILL SURELY BE. ENJOYED! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 23, 2025

For one who has traveled like you and I, we can see how uncertain so many civilizations have been. Even the Roman Empire or the Egyptian dynasties, eventually ran out of time and we're not certain anymore. So things we thought were certain ended up not being. But their underpinnings help provide underpinnings for more certainty to come, like ancient Greek.

The English language is almost certain to reach almost everyone in the world. And mathematics is nearly universal for communicating mathematical concepts of certainty and uncertainty.

Ron

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Interesting conclusion to Uncertainties. Many believe that, regardless of whether it is grave or ash, existence cannot be totally destroyed, rendering post-mortem time one in which our remains might at some point mingle with the atmosphere, take hold, and become but a new existence. Now that is an Uncertainty personified. Enjoyed reading your take.