To see is to believe. To long is to hope. Teach me to hope for what I cannot yet behold. Remember Galileo: Before the telescope revealed bright lights behind the dark curtain of space— already those stars had overpowered the dark. So break me open in your hands— pomegranate, bruised apricot— seed me. And breathe into me the force that powers canyon floodwaters at breakneck speed— singing— down the precipitous slope.