God speaks to each of us as God 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 a 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.
~Maria Rainer Rilke
The words resonated deeply within me. Hurray for victories over this disease.
Do you have a favourite poem or passage that transports you to the exact spot you need to be?
How open are you to letting everything happen to you?
Dear Whisperer in the Dark Night,
I am so grateful you accompany us
silently through the sacred shadows of life
Urging us to step beyond our comfort zones
whether beautiful or horrifying.
Keep going, You encourage; I am with you.
Take my hand. I am here in the dark with you.
I sense Your awesome presence and step into that Unknown.