Ek wil graag aan die begin van hierdie week vir ons ’n gebed van Rilke voorlees. Mag die woorde jou uitnooi om hierdie week bewus te word van God wat nie ver is nie, maar naby aan elkeen van ons. ’n God wat ons uitnooi om die oorvloed van die lewe te vier:
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