From The Book Of Hours Poem by Micer Ambrosius

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