My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
I have no idea what this means! But even though I don’t really understand it, I like the sense of purpose that Rilke conveys here.
Looking beyond where we are to the place we might eventually be.
Having an idea or even a vision of our destination gives us hope on the journey. It motivates us when things are difficult and when we do not feel we are up to the task.
These lines resonated with me as this week as I am still signed off sick (the cough having helpfully morphed into laryngitis!) feeling bored and tired, knowing that important meetings are going ahead without me (hard for the control freak in me).
So nothing else for it but to keeping blogging through Lent – finding snippets to inspire and encourage me on towards the sunny hill.
Picture was taken in the Lake District (2010) by The Husband 🙂