R. M. Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
Oh, to whom can we turn for help?
Not angels, not humans;
and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel
little secure and at home in our interpreted world.
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October 4, 2008 at 8:23 pm
Erik
I’m 33 years old and I finally read The Pilgrims Progress. I found this book to be gripping, convicting and very encouraging in my walk with Christ. I should have read this much earlier in my Christian walk. Now, I recommend it all the time!
By the way, what version did you read?