I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all By Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926) English version by Stephen Mitchell
I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all
my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life; as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small and in the vast you vastly yield yourself. The wondrous game that power plays with Things is to move in such submission through the world: groping in roots and growing thick in trunks and in treetops like a rising from the dead |
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