Come let us watch the sun go
down
and walk in twilight through the orchard's green.
Does it not seem as
if we had for long
collected, saved and harbored within us
old memories?
To find releases and seek new hopes,
remembering half-forgotten
joys,
mingled with darkness coming from within,
as we randomly voice our
thoughts aloud
wandering beneath these harvest-laden trees
reminiscent of
Durer woodcuts,
branches which, bent under the fully ripened fruit,
wait
patiently, trying to outlast,
to serve another season's hundred days of
toil,
straining, uncomplaining, by not breaking
but succeeding, even
though the burden
should at times seem almost past endurance.
Not to
falter! Not to be found wanting!
Thus must it be, when
willingly you strive
throughout a long and uncomplaining life,
committed
to one goal: to give yourself!
And silently to grow and to bear
fruit.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
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