Last Sunday I quoted a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke. I wanted to share it with you here as well. At the heart of our being is a profound mystery. We are made in the image of God, and we bear the mark of Christ, through whom “all things came into being” (John 1:3). Rilke expresses beautifully the ineffable sense of divine connection that haunts us, the still, small voice that “we dimly hear.”
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
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.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousnes.
Give me your hand.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~