There Is A Face Here
Don't you know you could bring an end
to so much suffering,
if you just walked through the streets,
looking at everyone,
as you do your Beloved?
There is an enchanting face here,
if you can slow down,
and behold in an extraordinary way.
How do you look at your Beloved? At others? At yourself?
Don't you know you could bring an end
to so much suffering,
if you just walked through the streets,
looking at everyone,
as you do your Beloved?
There is an enchanting face here,
if you can slow down,
and behold in an extraordinary way.
How do you look at your Beloved? At others? At yourself?
"I would describe myself
like a landscape I've studied
at length, in detail;
like a word I'm coming to understand;
like a pitcher I pour from at mealtime;
like my mother's face;
like a ship that carried me
when the waters raged."
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 13
When God Made You, Newsong
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