The poem below helps me so much. Just about every day I think about it and strengthen myself with it.
That’s it for now.
Dan
5/09/2009
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.
Embody me.
Flare up like 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 its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours:
Love Poems to God, Translated by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy.
This is such a thought-provoking, beautiful poem. I felt the desire to share it. I found the poem in Krista Tippet’s book, Speaking of Faith, which I started reading this evening.
That’s it for now.
Dan
2/22/2009, 11:43pm, est
Whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well.
Enormous space is near.
Rilke 