Christine and I have been reading from Rilke's Book of Hours to pray together at bedtime. We found this one about a week ago and both loved it so much that we've read it three times since. I connect with it more every time I read/pray it...
...With my half-mouth I stammer You,
who are eternal in your symmetry.
I lift to You my half-hands
in wordless beseeching, that I may find again
the eyes with which I once beheld You...
It’s here in all the pieces of my shame
that now I find myself again.
I yearn to belong to something, to be contained
in an all-embracing mind that sees me
as a single thing.
I yearn to be held
in the great hands of Your heart–
oh let them take me now.
Into them I place these fragments, my life,
and You, God–spend them however you want.