Consecrates.

We press forward.

But this march of time --

consider it a glimpse 

of what endures.

All that hurries will 

soon enough be over, 

because what lingers

is what consecrates us.

O, young ones, don't waste

your courage on speed

or squander it in flight.

Everything is at rest:

darkness and light,

blossom and book.

Rainer Maria Rilke