God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks 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.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling if 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.
All creation holds its breath, listening with me,
because, to hear you, I keep silent.
* Rainer Maria Rilke, The book of a monastic life, I, 59 & I, 18