God speaks to each of us before we are, <br />Before he's formed us — then, in cloudy speech, <br />But only then, he speaks these words to each <br />And silently walks with us from the dark: <br /> <br />Driven by your senses, dare <br />To the edge of longing. Grow <br />Like a fire's shadowcasting glare <br />Behind assembled things, so you can spread <br />Their shapes on me as clothes. <br />Don't leave me bare. <br /> <br />Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread. <br />Simply go — no feeling is too much — <br />And only this way can we stay in touch. <br /> <br />Near here is the land <br />That they call Life. <br />You'll know when you arrive <br />By how real it is. <br /> <br />Give me your hand.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-speaks-to-each-of-us-2/
