the future has an ancient heart

We don't know of what's to come,
Random lights seem to guide us along,
Though the path be straight ahead.

Awful and lovely events...
'Tis our task to own them, to love them:
They shape us into beauty.

We stab in darkness, hoping
we're right, wanting control, and tired.
Letting go... feels much like death.

Many who've gone before know
a firm believer in the process
prevails and love always wins.

"Who do you say that I am?"
'Tis not a battle for us to fight...
... the future has an ancient heart.

- KBS 4.22.12
Taken from "The Future Has an Ancient Heart," Advice Column #72 of The Rumpus