Etchings in the Sand…

Thoughts and Photos from the Desert…

I Find You…

I find you, Lord, in all Things, and in all
my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life;
as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small
and in the vast you vastly yield yourself.

The wondrous games that power plays with Things
is to move in such submission through the world:
groping in roots and growing thick in trunks
and in treetops as in rising from the dead.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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