This morning the calendar in my head began ticking off events of the day even before my feet touched the floor. When I sat down, having retrieved my coffee and my eye glasses, just for a change I opened the book entitled Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God. Here is what I read:
If only for once it were still. If the “not quite right” and the “why this” could be muted, and the neighbor’s laughter, and the static my senses make – if all of it didn’t keep me from coming awake – then in one vast thousandfold thought I could think you up to where thinking ends. I could possess you, even for the brevity of a smile, to offer you to all that lives, in gladness.
What a lovely thought with which to bless this day!
The Sophia Center for Spirituality 