And God said to me, write.

Leave the cruelty to kings.
Without that angel barring the way to love
there would be no bridge for me
into time.

And God said to me, paint.

Time is the canvas stretched by my pain:
the wounding of woman,
the brother’s betrayal,
the city’s sad bacchanals,
the madness of kings.

And God said to me, go forth.

For I am king of time.
But to you I am only the shadowy one
who knows with your your loneliness
and sees through your eyes.

He sees through my eyes
in all the ages.

– Rainer Maria Rilke
Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God


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