So many are alive who don’t seem to care.
Casual, easy, they move in the world
As though untouched.
But you take pleasure in the faces
Of those who know they thirst.
You cherish those
Who grip you for survival.
You are not dead yet, it’s not too late
To open your depths by plunging into them
And drink in the life
That reveals itself quietly there.
Ranier Maria Rilke
I feel this poem deeply--so much that I picked up a copy of Rilke's "Book of Hours: Love Poems to God." Thank you for the post.
ReplyDeleteAnother of his:
God speaks to each of us as he 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 a 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 seriousness.
Give me your hand.
ReplyDeletei don't recall where i lifted this from
anyway
thanks for visiting and commenting
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,,,jh
hard to go wrong with rilke