ever changing...

Quick though the earth itself churns,
changing like cloud formations,
each fulfilled thing returns
to ancient foundations.

Beyond changing and passing,
freer and higher,
your prelude is alone lasting:
god with the lyre.

Grief is beyond comprehension.
True love has never been learned.
Nor do we know by what agency

we are to death interned.
Only the song over the land
yields blessing and commemoration.

rainer maria rilke / sonnets to orpheus / part one XIX
Translation by Robert Hunter

Many many thanks to all who accompany me on my blipjourney :-)