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
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