Still
a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke


If only for once it were still
If the not quite right and the why this
could be muted, and the neighbor's laughter,
and the static my senses make--
if all of it didn't keep me from coming awake--

Then in one vast thousandfold thought
I could think you up to where thinking ends.

I could possess you,
even for the brevity of a smile,
to offer you
to all that lives
in gladness.



Drawn to stillness?
Getaway with God
personal and practical
Call to Stillness
Spiritual refreshment

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