I am so moved my rilke. My dear Rilke, how you speak it, how you speak the Lord.

"I love you, gentlest of Ways,

who ripened us as we wrestled with you.

You the great homesikness we could never shake off,

you, the forest that always surrounded us,

you the song we sang in very silence,

your dark net threading through us"

...

I, 25

If I had grown you in some generous place--

if my hours had opened in ease--

I would make you a lavish banquet.

My hands wouldn't clutch at you like this,

so needy and tight."...

"I'm the one you's been asking you--

it hurts to ask--Who are you?

I am orphaned

each time the sun goes down.

I can feel cast out from everything

and even churches look like prisons.

That's when I want you--

you knower of my emptiness,

you unspeaking partner to my sorrow--

that's when I need you, God, like food...

II, 4