"What will you do, God? I am afraid."

"What they since have stammered
have the fragments only
of your old name."

"No, my life is not this precipitous hour
through which you see me passing at a run.
I stand before my background like a tree.
Of all my many mouths I am but one
And that which soonest chooses to be dumb."

"God, you are vast"


- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours