Love Song-
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two seperate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
- rainer maria rilke
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two seperate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
- rainer maria rilke
3 comments:
I've been working long hours and working on projects in my evening. I was happy tonight to find a moment to check in on you. I've had you on my mind, especially now that your husband is so far from you. Maybe that's kind of weird, given that I don't really know you. I'm not going to ponder the weirdness of it too long, though. You and your family have come to mean something to me, for whatever reason. I pray for your courage and patience and his quick return to your side. God's peace, Kris.
susan- that means a lot to me! i don't think it's weird it all- it's a small world- and we can care for each other- your thoughts and prayers are appreciated.
xo
k
;)
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