Monday Poem: "The Book of Hours: I, 59" by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Book of Hours: I, 59 God speaks to each of us as we are made then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words, the numinous words, we hear before we begin: You, called forth by your senses, Reach to the edge of your Longing; Become my body. Grow like a fire behind things so their shadows spread and cover me completely Let everything into you: Beauty and Terror. Keep going: remember, no feeling is forever. Don't lose touch with me. Nearby is the land they call Life. You will recognize it by its intensity. Give me your hand.