Lately I've been selling lots of books, so I've been sifting through a great deal and figuring what I really need and want and what I'll have to hand on to deserving hands. Some books have a way of coming back my way, and today one of those books was Rilke's letters. I was about to send some books off to the Brown Elefant for donation but this book seemed to resonate and call out silently. I took it in my hands and smoothed over the cover, openned up and began reading freely. Immediately I recalled how palpable his writing is, as if you could read a sculpture. Feel it, caress his words with your eyes.
Nevertheless, I came across this, which seemed to ring true and may prove useful for my friend who is currently struggling with religion. I like this piece's heroic tone. Here it is:
Renaissance II
Faith then was not that dreamlike timidity
where all would fold their fingers out of fear,—
it was a hearkening, and love made them
pray pictures and build prayers.
When one felt deep inside: something's growing,—
he delved down into his quiet germination
and joyfully found the god prepared;
he raised the hidden one up out of his doubt
and lifted him, trembling, into glory.
May we all raise it up out of our doubts! Afterall, why should we have to carry that burden of doubt like dutiful soldiers that know not the general whose orders they follow?
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