We set the pace.

But this press of time —

take it as a little thing

next to what endures.


All this hurrying

soon will be over.

Only when we tarry

do we touch the holy.


Young ones, don’t waste your courage

racing so fast,

flying so high.


See how all things are at rest —

darkness and morning light,

blossom and book.



~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~