Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Foundations Fall Retreat  
Four Directions 
Earth and Metal Elements 

Dear darkening ground,
You’ve endured so patiently the walls we’ve built,
Perhaps you’ll give the cities one more hour

And grant the churches and cloisters two.
And those that labor – maybe you’ll let their work
grip them another five hours, or seven.

Before you become forest again, and water, and
       Widening wilderness
In that hour of inconceivable terror
When you take back your name from all things.

Just give me a little more time!
I want to love the things
As no one has thought to love them,
Until they’re real and ripe and worthy of you.
 I want only seven days, seven
On which no one has ever written himself –
Seven pages of solitude.

There will be a book that includes these pages,
And she who takes it in her hands
Will sit staring at it a long time,
Until she feels that she is being held
And you are writing.
 -- Ranier Maria Rilke