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God
speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of
the night.
These are 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
seriousnes.
Give me your hand.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
~
(Rilke’s Book
of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna
Macy)
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