Why am I reaching again for the brushes?
When I paint Your portrait, God,
nothing happens.
But I can choose to feel You.
At my senses' horizon,
You appear hesitantly,
like scattered islands.
Yet standing here, peering out,
I'm all the time seen by You.
The choruses of angels use up all of heaven.
There's no more room for You
in all that glory. You're living
in Your very last house.
All creation holds its breath, listening within me,
because, to hear You, I keep silent.
-Rilke, Book of Hours I, 18
2 comments:
I love your posts. Thanks for being who you are :)
I feel the same way when I am chopping veggies and fruit. There is time to just stand, think and pray. Long walks are awesome too. I tend to have a little 3 year old and a dog with me, so I don't get in my head too often. :-)
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