Because once someone dared
to want you,
I know that we, too, may want you.
…
When gold is in the mountain
and we’ve ravaged the depths
till we’ve given up digging,
…
it will be brought forth into day
by the river that mines
the silences of stone.
…
Even when we don’t desire it,
God is ripening.
From Rilke’s Book Of Hours: Love Poems To God