|When the great plates slip
|and the earth shivers
and the flaw is seen to lie in what you trusted most
|look not to mere solidity,
to weighty slabs of concrete poured
|or strength of cantilevered beam
to save the fractured order.
|Trust more the tensile strands of love
|that bend and stretch
|to hold you in the web of life that's often torn
but always healing.
|The shifting plates, the restive earth,
|your room, your precious life, they all proceed from love,
the ground on which we walk together.