Love Poem to God

By Rainer Maria Rilke


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 for survival.

You are not dead yet. it's not too late
to open your depth by plunging into them
and drink in the life
that reveals itself quietly there.