If I should lose faith
in the message that lies
like untapped ore
or oil deep in bedrock
of the life beneath
my life, fine. But let
me not give up
my trust in the creative
act, that restores
as it opens
the inlets to the heart’s
flood of longing,
whose currents connect
with other rivulets of
Intelligence — some
vast, mysterious
network. Let me not
lose faith in this,
which justifies every
being’s attempt
to let in, to let out
the voice that wishes
to bring them back
into the commonality
that seems all but lost,
yet works through
our individuality, to bring
greater diversity,
aliveness, knowledge,
back to the center of
orbit, which we are all
trying to return to.