Rainer Maria Rilke
And God said to me, Write:
Leave the cruelty to kings.
Without that angel barring the way to love
there would be no bridge for me into time.
And God said to me, Paint:
Time is the canvas
stretched by my pain:
the watchful woman,
the wounds of Christ,
the city's sad bacchanals,
the madness of kings.
And God said to me, Go forth:
for I am the king of time.
But to you I am only the shadowy one
who knows with you your loneliness
and sees through your eyes.
He sees through my eyes in all ages.
~
The Book of Hours
The Book of a Monastic Life: I, 53
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