Go to the Limits of Your Longing
God speaks to each of us while making us
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent 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.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Book of Hours, I59
