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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Feeling God

I am sure we all "feel" God in different ways and on different days. I do not always feel God in the same way, but I love this poem by Rainer Maria Rilke:

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 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.

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