All will come again into its strength:
the fields undivided, the waters undammed,
the trees towering and the walls built low.
And in the valleys, people as strongand varied as the land.
And no churches where Godis imprisoned and lamentedlike a trapped and wounded animal.The houses welcoming all who knockand a sense of boundless offeringin all relations, and in you and me.
No yearning for an afterlife, no looking beyond,no belittling of death,but only longing for what belongs to usand serving earth, lest we remain unused.
–Rainer Maria RilkeThe Book of Hours