We may yearn to come to rest
in some small piece of pure humanity,
a strip of orchard between river and rock.
But our heart is too vast to be contained there.
We can no longer seek it in a place
or even in the image of a god or an angel.
Rilke
From the Second Duino Elegy
For me this speaks to the invitation to hold our restlessness or what can be referred to as inconsummation with respect and an increasing sense of indifference. On one hand continuing to explore our longing for "a strip orchard between rock and river" and on the other a knowing that there is no "place" (relationship, faith, idea, worship, religion, vocation...) that is big enough for our eros, the imago dei (image of God) which forms our essence. Recognizing that this place of tension between reality and longing and making a home there is our work, and we need each other to build such a home. Thanks for being on the journey with me.
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