Excerpt.

‘God speaks to each of us as God makes us, and 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 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 a the country they call life. You will know it by seriousness. Give me your hand.’

- By Rainier Maria Rilke in Rilke’s Book of Hours