What do I know? I know there exist those I love.
I know they exist because my imagination is focused on them.
I close my eyes and I see the loved ones.
My arms, where they fit to hold and be held by me, ache when they are gone.
I feel them there when I do not see nor touch them.
I know I love them, if I exist, if they exist.
Until, and not short of that point
Wherein my imagination is sanctified for God,
do I have an inspected (and so worthwhile) life.
Unless, and under no other circumstance
but that of all my reason fastened on God
do I know I have a religion universally helpful
and so meant to help all men.
After I know God exists
and I exist with God
and not apart or detached from God
then I have a faith steeped in knowledge
Wherein I am certain I love God
and so ache for God.
Then, and not before, God can deliver to me
a body of Christian knowledge
so to insist upon my worship
which is itself, essentially,
a sanctified imagination.
