Like vultures circling overhead without end
feeding on serenity’s carrion
the questions that always orbit our lives
no end or answers to be discovered.
Why me? Why this disease? What happens now?
Learning to love questions of such import
to treat them as foreign literature is hard
when outcomes are enormous chasms.
And yet if we see our questions as a foreign book
one we are not ready yet to translate
we are left with no solid ground to stand on
except that of acceptance and faith.
But as we live the questions day by day
we learn to deal with uncertainty
understanding that the answers already
within us will emerge when appropriate.
Author notes
Letter #4
A contest entry
- Rainer Maria Rilke-letters to a young poet by JinSays.
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yes, the message here is true and spot on. I think what I loved most about these letters is that Rilke seems to be tlaking as much to himself as the addressee. Thank you for taking the time to enter this contest, and I wish you all the best.
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