Praise the Spirit That Seeks to Heal Us (from Sonnets to Orpheus, I:12)
Praise the spirit that seeks to heal us!
For we are alone in our mental orders.
Our clocks can only touch the borders
Of the living days that truly reveal us.
We have no measure of this existence,
Though we hide behind a holy cover.
One antenna just picks up another,
Registering nothing but empty distance.
But your power is real. We feel its satisfaction
In the smallest, everyday transaction.
It turns all obstacles and casts them aside.
No matter how the farmer tries to figure out
Where his summer grains some day will sprout,
He cannot know. It is the earth that provides.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2016
Photo by Noell Oszvald