Now Give Me Your Hand

  Now Give Me Your Hand: A Reflection On Our Origins   God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. –  Rilke This essay is anchored by an inspired poem from the lyrically intense Austrian poet from the early 20th century, Rainer Maria Rilke. His writing style ever widens my eyes, and his verse continues to deepen my understanding of what it means to truly awaken – so reading this particular poem always sends a shudder of recognition through me.  This poem also serves as a sentinel, stopping me from my half-hearted ways, interrupting any tendencies to pursue lifeless endeavors. How did the ‘I’ that I am come to be? From where is the precise nature of my origins? I realize I will never know for sure where I have come from, at least while I am here in this world. But when I think about my own present incarnation having come forth like this poem suggests, it changes the lens that I look through, and gives me new reflections on my life. Now – how can this prayer of a poem help reshape the narrative...