Make Me The Watchman . . .
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make me the listener upon the rock,
give me eyes that can encompass
your great seas of loneliness;
let me run with the river as it flees
the dissonance on either side
and drifts deep into the chimes of night.
Dispatch me to your desert lands
through which the great winds rush,
where the largest cloisters stand
like garments clothing unlived lives.
There will I join up with pilgrims—
no longer cut off from their sounds and looks
by my mind’s petty preconceptions—
and behind a man who is old and blind
I’ll take the path that no one knows.
~Rainer Maria Rilke (from Book of Hours: Love Poems to God)
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