In my Poetry Notebook...

Advent Two

 You, God, who live next door--

If at times, through the long night, I trouble you
with my urgent knocking--
this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom.
I know you're all alone in that room.
If you should be thirsty, there's no one 
to get you a glass of water.
I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign!
I'm right here.

As it happens, the wall between ius 
is very thin. Why couldn't a cry
from one of us
break it down? It would crumble
easily,

it would barely make a sound.  

 I,6   by Rainer Maria Rilke  translation by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy