"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 flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final . . ."
Rainer Maria Rilke
Photo: Orange lichen flames on a boulder as shadows from nearby aspen trees decorate the rock; Vedauwoo Recreation Area, Medicine Bow National Forest, WY; November 2, 2012. I love the sense in this poem that God is both distinct AND is hidden within the mysterious and dark core of our being.
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