a journal of the quotidian chaos of my life
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It’s here in all the pieces of my shame
that now I find myself again.
I yearn to belong to something, to be contained
in an all-embracing mind that sees me
as a single thing.
I yearn to be held
in the great hands of your heart—
oh, let them take me now.
Into them I place these fragments, my life,
And you, God—spend them however you want.
Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, The Book of Pilgrimage, II, 2
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