Being

As I turn away from Refreshment Sunday, deeper into Lent, towards the Passion, I start to consider more deeply the nature of this journey, this wandering in the wilderness. It’s a time when I turn more and more to poetry as I struggle to learn who I am, who God is, and what this wilderness is.

Whom should I turn to,
if not the one whose darkness
is darker than night, the only one
who keeps vigil with no candle,
and is not afraid –
the deep one, whose being I trust,
for it breaks through the earth into trees,
and rises,
when I bow my head,
faint as a fragrance from the soil.

– Rilke, translated by Anita Burrows and Joanna Macy, from Love Poems to God

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