Listen My Heart - Rilke

Listen my heart, as only
saints have listened: until some enormous call
lifted them off the ground;
yet still they knelt,
those impossible people, undisturbed by the sound,
intent on listening. Not that you would induce
the voice of God, far from it. But hear
 what is whispering,
the endless message
forming itself from silence.









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