Give Me Your Hand

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.
Embody me. 

Flare up like a fame
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 my its seriousness. 

Give me your hand. 

Rainer Marie Rilke - Book of Hours I 59