I have never moved mountains but they have trembled in my sight
when the fury has poured over in hot tears of not right;
and the earth has not been shaken by anything I said
but I've had my footing swept away by eyes that I have read
and by words that shook foundations and cut me to the quick
though I didn't lose a drop of blood, kept stumbling, hurt and sick.
And the planets in alignment have shuddered and misstepped
from explosive angry visions I saw just before I slept.
So shaken have been all the worlds this universe contains
by rumblings in my thoughts and by poisons in my veins;
not only is it faith that can move mountains by the ranges
but death comes, and its aftershocks, and all you trusted changes.