I heard a wonderful talk by Karen Armstrong in which this poem was quoted. It was recited in the context of how flippantly we speak for God and how self-righteous we can become as we pursue religion. One of her points was that the idea that religion bring certainty is very modern, whereas the initial definitions of credo and belief were more along the lines of love.

Enjoy!

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In the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.

The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.

But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.

— Yehuda Amichai

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