Just now

my four year old said,

daddy i don’t think there's a god,

what do you think?

can you google it up?

After steadying myself

I told her 

I really can’t be sure,

and no matter how

convinced they seem

no one else can either,

not even google.

Besides, don't you think

the world has plenty of

magic in it already?

Of course you do —

you know this for a fact,

far more intimately

than i do,

anymore.

And you also know

for a fact

that it's way more fun

not knowing

the trick

of how the rabbit

appears

out of nowhere —

that much

I can be sure of,

because that's what

lights you up

and me,

on my knees,

thanking the heavens

when you appeared

out of nowhere,

too.