It is not we who are to be tested in trials that await,
but those principles on which we stand. In this knowing should be comfort
Blind in a way are all our travels and trusting.
Don’t try to keep your heart from breaking. That is as it should be.
But trust the metal of love more than anything else as your beam, and
when you fall, fall
full-knowing into the soft folds of compassion. Even those
you can’t see.