Today's Poem is From Rilke

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill,

going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

it has its inner light, even from a distance----

and changes us, even if we do not reach it,

into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;

a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave...

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

I'm always touched by Rilke's poetry... this one is a favorite. It feels like you are scrutinizing your own horizons.