Conviction

  In this gray zone, I am Schroedinger's cat.
  Dead or alive?  Sinner or saint?
  In indeterminate state
  I exist, cut off from conscience
  by dark closet walls
  until You open my box.
  But in the light, I collapse
  into awful certainty.

Clarence Thompson's Questions:

1. Is the meaning of the poem clear?

2. Is the reference to "Schroedinger's cat" too obscure?

  Thank you very much!