Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my eyes, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet, I can make my way to you,
Without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
With my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.
- from Rilke’s Book of Hours
Love Poems to God
Man, that’s beautiful. Wish I could write poetry again but my brain’s been so addled by legal stuff that rhyme and meter and free verse appear alien to it now. I envy Marlon (I know, envy's wrong but I'm sinful) and the way he writes poetry--in filipino at that.
Still, in God’s time, perhaps some day, I’ll write poetry again from the psalms that I’m singing now in my heart.