Self-Portrait 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 know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know if you are prepared to live in a 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 that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of you 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. 

Self-Portrait 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 know despair or can see it in others.

I want to know if you are prepared to live in a 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 that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of you 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.