Friday, January 01, 2016

Happy New Year---2016



 From Rilke's Book of Hours, translation by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy:


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 belonging.
 Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows that 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.

1 comment:

Tabor said...

Happy New Year to you!