which swell within and drive you forth
Burst into the nothing
they already were
Then the journey of Hope begins.
In the dark night of belief it starts: through
Rendered benignly indifferent to the universe,
A believer only in the Mystery.
Venturing forth on the long march of care:
Burdened with a universe of suffering,
Life-never so full.
What drives you forth
in such dark belief
and unending care?
Refreshed by what mysterious wellspring?
Born not of you.