God Speaks to
Each of Us
God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us — then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:
Driven by your
senses, dare
To the edge of longing. Grow
Like a fire's shadowcasting glare
Behind assembled things, so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes.
Don't leave me bare.
To the edge of longing. Grow
Like a fire's shadowcasting glare
Behind assembled things, so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes.
Don't leave me bare.
Let it all
happen to you: beauty and dread.
Simply go — no feeling is too much —
And only this way can we stay in touch.
Simply go — no feeling is too much —
And only this way can we stay in touch.
Near here is
the land
That they call Life.
You'll know when you arrive
By how real it is.
That they call Life.
You'll know when you arrive
By how real it is.
Give me your
hand.
~ Rainer Maria
Rilke
(Translation by Leonard Cottrell)
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