God Speaks, Rilke

God speaks to each of us as she 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 intensity

Give me your hand

 – Rilke

Book of Hours – Love poems to God (trans J. Macy)

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