Ode to Solitary Silence With Joy
Just as bees gather honey, so we collect from all that what happens
is sweetest -. and we build Him Even with the littlest, Most
insignificant thing, when it comes from love, we begin. We begin
with effort and the rest follows That effort, With silence or to
solitary joy, with everything we do alone without anyone to join or
help us, we begin Him who we will not live to see, any more than
Could our ancestors experience us. Yet They are in us, Those long
departed ones, They are in our inclinations, our moral burdens, our
pulsing blood, and in gestures That Arise from the depths of time.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Rome, December 23, 1903
Letters to a Young Poet
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