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.
I love the simplicity of these words.