There was a time when I was confident <br />That God's stupendous mystery of birth <br />Was mine to know. The wonder of it lent <br />New ecstasy and glory to the earth. <br />I heard no voice that uttered it aloud, <br />Nor was it written for me on a scroll; <br />Yet, if alone or in the common crowd, <br />I felt myself a consecrated soul. <br />My child leaped in its dark and silent room <br />And cried, 'I am,' though all unheard by men. <br />So leaps my spirit in the body's gloom <br />And cries, 'I live! I shall be born again.' <br />Elate with certitude towards death I go, <br />Nor doubt, nor argue, since I know, I know!<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/certitude/
