Thursday, April 4, 2024

Prayer: “Mary at Peace with the Risen Lord” by Ranier Maria Rilke (Austrian, 1875-1926

What they experienced then: is it not 

beyond all secrets sweet,

and all still terrestrial; 

while he, a little pale still from the grave, 

disburdened came to her

in all parts resurrected. 

Oh, to her first. How they were both then 

inexpressibly healing. 

Yes, healing, just that. They did not require 

to touch all that strongly. 

He laid for a bare second,

His soon to become 

eternal hand on her woman’s shoulder. 

And they had started, 

quietly as trees in springtime, 

immensely together, 

this season of their 

farthest-reaching communion. 

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