I have faith in all that is not yet spoken. I want to set free my most holy feelings. What no-one has dared to long for will spring through me spontaneously.

If that is presumptuous, then, my God, forgive me. But I want to say just this to you: my true power should come like a shoot, a force of nature, no pushing, no holding back, the way children love you.

And if this is arrogance, then let me be arrogant for this, my prayer that stands so sincere and alone before the clouds that shroud your face.

Excerpt from ‘Book of Hours’, Rainer Maria Rilke