My Heart is Moved by All I Cannot Save

A person, in silhouette, stands under the sheltered lip of a strong waterfall

My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed

I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,

with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world.

#463, Singing the Living Tradition

Original source: From Dream of a Common Language (1978)