Thursday, February 01, 2007

Poem - All Will Come Again

All will come again into its strength:
the fields undivided, the waters undammed,
the trees towering and the walls built low.
And in the valleys, people as strong and varied as the land.

And no churches where God
is imprisoned and lamented
like a trapped and wounded animal.
The houses welcoming all who knock
and a sense of boundless offering
in all relations, and in you and me.

No yearning for an afterlife, no looking beyond,
no belittling of death,
but only longing for what belongs to us
and serving earth, lest we remain unused.

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours
(translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows)


Endment said...

your choice of poetry and photo are wonderful and just meet my needs today - thank you

silverlight said...

Rilke is wonderfully sensitive.

Anonymous said...

How did you get the shadows of the trees to run left to right, when the moon is behind them? A little magic perhaps ;-)