It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
Or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
If you know despair or can feel it in others.
I want to know
If you are prepared to live in the world
With its harsh need
To change you. If you can look back
With firm eyes
Saying this is where I stand. I want to know
If you know
How to melt into that fierce heat of living
The center of your longing. I want to know
If you are willing
To live, day by day, with the consequence of love
And the bitter
Unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even
The gods speak of God.
I came across this poem by David Whyte this morning. The poem speaks of a steadfastness within. Something we hold on to when everything around us is uncertain and chaotic.
We are defeated, Whyte says, by love and also by fate. We will be slowly or quickly broken on the wheel of time, by life and by the living of it.
So the question is: when everything falls apart, when love goes wrong, when hopes are dashed, when dreams are broken; where do you go and what do you hold on to?