This piece by Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke found me a few weeks ago, and since then, I have held it in my heart’s pocket and read it as a daily reminder. No matter the obstacles we face and will continue to face, we must keep going, one step at a time, trusting in the larger shadows and light at work and remembering the hand that holds us.
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.
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 seriousness.
Give me your hand.
-Rainer Maria Rilke,
trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy,
Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (The Berkley Publishing Group: 1996), 119.