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.

Comments

  1. Here is one of my favorite Rilke lines:

    Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
    and try to love the questions themselves . . .
    Don't search for the answers,
    which could not be given to you now,
    because you would not be able to live them.
    And the point is, to live everything.
    Live the questions now.
    Perhaps then, someday far in the future,
    you will gradually, without even noticing it,
    live your way into the answer.

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