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"I love the dark hours of my being" (Ich liebe meines Wesens Dunkelstunden). I carry this opening verse of a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke in my heart. For me it speaks not only of reconciliation with my shadow sides, but it also says something else. I for myself...
Fertile Emptiness
"I love the dark hours of my being" (Ich liebe meines Wesens Dunkelstunden). I carry this opening verse of a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke in my heart. For me it speaks not only of reconciliation with my shadow sides, but it also says something else. I for myself...
Reborn
Today I am reborn, I who have crucified you; yes, your hands, nailed down, Lift me up to joy. My dusty, ashy body: You embalm it, make it one; You, whom I let wither. Still from the silent grave You appeal the peace in me.
Love lives again
Love lives again. She pours herself laughing, lightning, into people's basement hearts. Love dances again, lifts the sad, the sleep-deprived whirlwind-like upwards. Love reigns again. Shackles around petrified hands melt as if they had never been.
Reawakening Eyes
Reawaking eyes look astonished out of a crushed body into a tenderly loved world. Their light was quenched because they didn't see any darkness, they had to be closed because they couldn't be blind. Now they shine again, they offer themselves, trembling with life...
Perfectly Broken
Three Meditations for Eucharistic Adoration I I am absorbed in You, You are consumed in me. Now I may have my eyes on You, now my pain has turned. Three Meditations for Eucharistic Adoration II Perfectly broken Son of man, purely crushed flesh and blood, unblemished...