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 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.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
