I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.

Now I am still
and plain:
no more words.

To the others I was like a wind:
I made them shake.
I’d gone very far, as far as the angels,
and high, where light thins into nothing.

But deep in the darkness is God…

From Rilke’s Book of Hours, I,50.

I sense that by the end of summer, when I do finally settle down at home, these words will be even more potent for me than they are in this moment,  striking as they are right now.