Feeling tremendous sorrow and possibility.
Like I may go.
LoRD please open doors you want to door.
Please keep showing me.
I couldn't imagine having hold world New and different, how much I want that but how much that would hurt....
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 the limits of your longing. Embody me. 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 its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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