Unlived Things
by Me
In the repository of unlived things,
I find unquenched love,
A tarnished wedding ring,
An old baseball glove,
A half-sketched dream.
The sore sight fills my eye,
An oil-soaked cloth of faith,
Restraint against sin piled high,
A picture of Jesus laid to waste,
So much regret, I begin to cry.
Behold, I see a new start,
An infant’s wiggling toes,
A chest of breath and beating heart,
Courage clamors and fresh breath bellows.
*This sonnet explores the repository mentioned in Rainer Maria Rilke's poem called "No One Lives His Life." If you are interested in reading Rilke's remarkable poem (along with an insightful commentary by Fr. Jack King), follow this link - Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘No One Lives His Life’ | Anglican Pastor
by Me
In the repository of unlived things,
I find unquenched love,
A tarnished wedding ring,
An old baseball glove,
A half-sketched dream.
The sore sight fills my eye,
An oil-soaked cloth of faith,
Restraint against sin piled high,
A picture of Jesus laid to waste,
So much regret, I begin to cry.
Behold, I see a new start,
An infant’s wiggling toes,
A chest of breath and beating heart,
Courage clamors and fresh breath bellows.
*This sonnet explores the repository mentioned in Rainer Maria Rilke's poem called "No One Lives His Life." If you are interested in reading Rilke's remarkable poem (along with an insightful commentary by Fr. Jack King), follow this link - Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘No One Lives His Life’ | Anglican Pastor