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.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
—Rilke's Book of Hours, I, 59
**Sourced from "Being with Krista Tippett", American Public Media
i have an inkling...that this could be one of your favorite nature spots? if so, it's one of mine too, a place where i used to go every fall! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous photograph. Looks like such a blissful serene place. And what beautiful words to match. Theresa
ReplyDeletelets all walk it hand in hand ...
ReplyDeleteBig Divine Love to you, Lisa !