by David Whyte
It doesn’t interest me if there is one God or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned,
if you can know despair or see 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 eye,
saying this is where I stand.
I want to know if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living,
falling toward 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.