You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything.
the darkness that comes
with every infinite fall
and the shivering
blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing
and are raised to rank of prince
by the slippery ease of
their light judgments.

But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.
You love most of all
those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old,
and it is not too late
to dive into your
increasing depths
where life calmly gives
out its own secret.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke