so He speaks in us;
makes us to become
quietly walking
alongside..
out of the dark
.. the words
so faintly heard:
is it you..
the one I sent
out yonder
go right on
to the edge..
o, heart’s desire
sweet longing –
make Me to be
rise up
whirling
in flames
to cast long
shadows
so will I
move
within..
allow everything
to happen
just as it is:
both of beauty
and in terror:
only continue;
none of it
is at an end
don't
lose me
hold on
near this place,
is the land
of the living
that you will know
by its gravity
give me
your hand..
From The Book of Hours
Rainer Maria Rilke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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