Somehow by Daniel Berrigan

I kiss a book sometimes    
like a bride or the gospel
or the land, after wild seas
grant me a man again.

The things we love!
women, the truth, planets—

like flowers through ruins
like brides through deserts
like shore through murderous mist

out of wreckage and rancor.  Somehow!

~ from Poetry Magazine, (October, 1967)