photo by gregory colbert
Listen, my heart, as only
saints have listened: until some enormous call
lifted them off the ground; yet still they knelt,
those impossible people, undistracted by the
sound,
intent on listening. Not that you could endure
the voice of God, far from it. But hear what is
whispering,
the endless message forming itself from silence.
RAINER MARIA RILKE
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