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Sunday, November 20, 2022

Poem: “Kingdom” by Rainier Maria Rilke

I love the dark hours of my being. 
My mind deepens into them. 
There I can find, as in old letters, 
 the days of my life, already lived, 
 and held like a legend, 
and understood. 

Then the knowing comes: 
I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. 
So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a gravesite 
and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: 

a dream once lost among the sorrows and songs.

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