Renewable Revolution

I understand the world will be what it is
when I'm dead. I sometimes look at my hands
and know they are not mine. This body on loan.
Hoping whoever finds it, maybe hanging
on a Good Will coat rack, will judge it fit
to go on working. I would like to believe
the small things I've done will add something
to the greater energy that will pull us out
of this pit-bound course. There are more people
in the world than we can feed, can house,
can even imagine-we have the choice
to close and fortify the heart or keep it open.
The second takes more courage.
All wisdom, all salvation lies in this.
The heart opening and opening to hold all,
to dissolve its boundaries in a truth we don't yet know.