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“….
Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in.
Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 59
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Thanks for introducing me to an author I think I need to read more from.
You will certainly benefit from reading more Rilke, Best wishes, Karl