Love Poems to God

You, darkness, of whom I am born―

I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest.

But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations―just as they are.

It lets me imagine
​a great presence stirring beside me.

I believe in the night.

―Rilke's Book of Hours (Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

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