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You too will find your strength.
We who must live in this time
cannot imagine how strong you will become -
how strange, how surprising,
yet familiar as yesterday.
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We will sense you
like a fragrance from a nearby garden
and watch you move through our days
like a shaft of sunlight in a sickroom.
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We will not be herded into churches,
for you are not made by the crowd,
you who meet us in our solitude.
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We are cradled close in you hands -
and lavishly flung forth.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Pilgrimage, II,26
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