We need a plan? then let that be our plan:
that we, poor grovellers between faith and doubt,
the sun and north star lost, and compass out,
the heart's weak engine all but stopped, the time
timeless in this chaos of our wills -
that we must ask a plan, something to think,
something to say, between dawn and dark,
something to hold to, something to love -

(with apologies to Conrad Aiken)