I said, "I dreamed last night
that the troublers of conscience
came streaming out of the woodwork."
She said, "Sometimes even the ravens
demand attention while performing."
I asked, "How does a voice make sound
in the midst of people who are convinced
that only they know the real ways?"
She answered, "Silence is fertile ground
for mutterings to emerge."
I said, "In walking from place to place,
so many feel mysteriously unconnected
to anything that might be called human."
She sighed, "The faithful remnant may
come and go unexpectedly but they
will be seen and heard."