Doubt Posted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 31, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 | If certainty so fine Were something that were mine, If I knew God a myth, I’d envelope my soul, Lick it, stamp it, and go Myself to mail it, forthwith. st, 1979 Talca ___________________ © 1979, R.S. Adamcik adamcikb@pobox.com Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestPrint