"I will now allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak tenderly to her." --Hosea 2:14





Friday, February 26, 2016

Love Poems to God...

Painting by William Powell Frith

"I am too alone in the world,
 and yet not alone enough to make every moment holy.

I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, 
and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those
 who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all."
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

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