God speaks to each one of us only before we’re made, 

then wanders with us silently out of the night;

but the words uttered before each begins, 

the misty words, are these:

“Go you who are sent out by your senses;

go out to the boundary of your yearning;

clothe me with a garment.

Grow like a fire behind things

so that their shadows, spreading all about,

cover me always and utterly.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and dread.

One must only go; no feeling is too remote. 

Don’t let yourself part with me. 

Near is the land

you call life.

You’ll recognize it 

by its earnestness!

Give me your hand.”

– Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke, [60], Prayers of a Young Poet. Trans. Mark S Burrows. Paraclete Press: © 2013.
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