Sunday, January 13, 2008

You God Who Live Next Door

Du Nachbar Gott, wenn ich dich manchesmal

You, God, who live next door--

If at times, through the long night, I trouble you
with my urgent knocking--
this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom.
I know you're all alone in that room.
If you should be thirsty, there's no one
to get you a glass of water.
I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign!
I'm right here.

As it happens, the wall between us
is very thin. Why couldn't a cry
from one of us
break it down? It would crumble

it would barely make a sound.

From Rilke's Book of Hours (trs. by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)


Marin said...
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Cassie said...

Thank you for this poem. I really needed to hear this right now.