Doubt

There is a time in life for doubt
Close as a lover, a shadow, a ghost
We walk for a while, my hand in his

Then comes a time in life for looking
I turn and see him, my friend Doubt
He stands there all knowing and looks back at me

Oh-! It must be me who is Doubt!
He smiles and we walk for a while, my hand in his
Close as a lover, a shadow, a ghost

This is how doubt goes, in sweetly measured steps
and in those ghost shadows we find
there is a time in life for knowing…

~Grace Gibson