I'm a little quiet today, so I'm going to let my favorite poem by Rainer Maria Rilke speak for me. This is from his Book of Hours, Love Poems to God. The translation is by Burrows and Macy. Do yourself a favor and buy this book.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by it's seriousness.
Give me your hand.
without the permission of the publisher, Rilke, Burrows or Macy.
:(, but offered in love,