There is something sacred in finding your own heart reflected in the words of a stranger. It serves as a reminder that we are woven together across space and time by a common thread: we are all image-bearers of the divine.
Ever since I read these words by Rainer Maria Rilke, they have become a part of me. Maybe, in a way, they already were.
Rainer Maria Rilke | Gentlest of Ways.
I love you, gentlest of Ways
who ripened us as we wrestled with you.
You, the great homesickness we could never shake off,
you, the forest that always surrounded us,
you, the song we sang in every silence,
you dark net threading through us,
on the day you made us you created yourself,
and we grew sturdy in your sunlight…
Let your hand rest on the rim of Heaven now
and mutely bear the darkness we bring over you.
(From Rilke’s Book of Hours.)