Rilke poem from H

"God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like 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 seriousnes.

Give me your hand."


~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

This is a poem given by my psychotherapist.
I miss her very much. We have finished our regular meetings since the last Christmas. I am glad that I could have been meeting her in London in the past year and we had a very close sharing time. I could share with her all my dreams and all my fears. She knows me quite well after a year's sharing. The time chatting with her was very treasureable.

In this poem, the phrase I like most is 'Just keep going. No feeling is final'.

H, I miss you!! This feeling is definitely not the final!