You come and go. The doors swing closed
ever more gently, almost without a shudder
Of all who move through the quiet houses,
you are the quietest.
We become so accustomed to you,
we no longer look up
when your shadow falls over the book we are reading
and makes it glow. For all things
sing you: at times
we just hear them more clearly.
~Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
God can be so quiet around us
we scarcely think of Him
tiptoeing around our distractions.
But then a moment of flash,
a rainbow glow,
a subtle sacred song in our ears
and we remember:
holding on to us
reeling us back in
when we drift away.