Alma-Tadema, A Reading from Homer (detail), 1885
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the
night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the
limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and
terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
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