We set the pace,
But this press of time –
take it as a little thing
next to what endures.
All this hurrying
soon will be over
Only when we tarry
do we touch the holy.
Young ones,
don’t waste your courage
racing so fast
flying so high.
See how all things are at rest –
darkness and morning light
blossom and book.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
