Thursday, February 16, 2012

as a tiny seed

I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all
my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life;
as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small
and in the vast you vastly yield yourself.

The wondrous game that power plays with Things
is to move in such submission through the world:
groping in roots and growing thick in trunks
and in treetops like a rising from the dead.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

This space is to be both a testament to this poem's words and a chronicle of the world I see around me.
My hope is that these photos will reflect Rilke's words, reminding us of our Lord's presence in all that we see, even in tiny seeds, and challenging us to be ever more cognizant of that.

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