Walk your walk of lament on a path of praise.Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring falls over itself
outside my door, the blooms glimpsed
cascading down through rain-soaked windows
in blurred rivulets, streams that taunt
the prisoner to spit and curse
a torrent of her own but that the sun
penetrates the pane and warms the face
lifted up, as if to say, “You are my beloved.”
God, of thy goodness, give me Thyself;Julian of Norwich
for Thou art enough for me,
and I can ask for nothing less
that can be full honor to Thee.
And if I ask anything that is less,
ever shall I be in want,
for only in Thee have I all.