Ben Harper’s gentle evocation of the beginning of our daily routine seems very resonant on this the last day of summer. On this chilly morning I am reminded of the Rilke poem I discovered on Olga Rassmusen’s blog last year, and wrote about on this blog.
O Lord, it is time
The summer was so vast
Put your shadows on the sundials
And in the fields let the wind loose.
Order the last fruits to become ripe
Give them two more sunny days
Push them to fulfillment
And force the last sweetness
into the heavy wine.
He who has no house now will not build one
He who is alone will be so
for a long time to come
Will stay awake, read,
write long letters
And restlessly walk in the park
among the blown leaves.
~ Ranier Maria Rilke