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I am revealed in the search always held in the arms of the Beloved.

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The poets have scattered you.
A storm ripped through the stammering.
I want to gather you up again
in a vessel that makes you glad.

I wander in the thousand winds
that you are churning,
and bring back everything I find.

The blind man needed you as a cup.
The servant concealed you.
The beggar held you out as I passed.

You see, I am one who likes to look for things.

I am one who, barely noticed,
like a shepherd,
comes up from behind...

One who dreams of making you complete,
and in that way completes himself.
~ Rilke's Book of Hours, Love Poems to God