Tomorrow is my birthday. This morning I heard this poem recited.* It speaks directly to the joys and challenges I’m facing in my life today, and to the ones I’ve faced in the forty-six years that happend before.
Go to the Limits of Your Longing
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.
Flare up like a 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.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Book of Hours, I 59
And so, I go on.**
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