Wind Moon, and Clouds by Cam Davis
Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim -by Rainier Maria Rilke
I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.
Now I am still
no more words.
To the others I was like a wind:
I made them shake.
I’d gone very far, as far as the angels,
and high, where light thins into nothing.
But deep in the darkness is God.
-from Rilke's Book of Hours – Love Poems to God
As I have since this blog's inception, on the day of my sobriety anniversary I publish this treasured Rilke poem, but with a new image each year.