An Email from Creation (and Rilke)

That sassy Creator

From: Creator of Universe
To: All the Anxious People in said Universe

I am, you anxious one.

Don’t you sense me, ready to break
into being at your touch?
My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.
Can’t you see me standing before you
cloaked in stillness?
Hasn’t my longing ripened in you from the beginning
as fruit ripens on a branch?

I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am that wanting.
I grow strong in the beauty you behold.
And with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time.

Best,
Creator

[Most of the above is from Rilke’s Book of Hours 1.19. I read it as a sassy email from the Creator. (It’s fun to give Them language). Was in a place of general anxiety myself. It was one of those pieces that fell open into my lap on the perfect day to read it.]