I rarely come across poetry I like, but this excerpt caught something in me and I wanted to be able to return to it so I thought I’d note it here.
“God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by it’s seriousness.
Give me your hand.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke~
From Rilke’s Book of Hours