Pause.

 

You see, I want a lot.

Maybe I want it all:

the darkness of each endless fall,

the shimmering light of each ascent.

So many are alive who don’t seem to care.

Casual, easy, they move in the world

as though untouched.

But you take pleasure in the faces

of those who know they thirst.

You cherish those who grip you for survival.

You are not dead yet, it’s not too late

to open your depths by plunging into them

and drink in the life

that reveals itself quietly there. 

— Rainer Maria Rilke,  Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

 

Out of your heart shall flow rivers of living water.

— Jesus, John 7:38