God, Are You the One Who is Living Life?

My friend and fellow blogger, Jamie Dedes, posted this Rilke poem today in honor of the feast of Pentecost Sunday–my favorite day in the liturgical cycle. Blessings to you as we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit.

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

And yet, though we strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery:

All life is being lived.

Who is living it, then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?

Is it the winds blowing over the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?

Is it flowers
interweaving their fragrances,
or streets, as they wind through time?

Is it animals, warmly moving,
or the birds, that suddenly rise up?

Who lives it, then? God, are you the one
who is living life?

– Rainer Marie Rilke (1874-1927), Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist, from The Book of Hours, Book 2, Poem 12

Would you share (in comments) the ways in which the Holy Spirit influences your spiritual journey?