Forgive me for falling back on Rilke again, but I never cease to find his poetry beautiful and thought-provoking. Makes me wish I knew German so I could read it in the original. I hope you enjoy it too.

You, neighbor God, if sometimes in the night

I rouse you with loud knocking, I do so

only because I seldom hear you breathe;

I know: you are alone.

And should you need a drink, no one is there

to reach it to you, groping in the dark.

Always I hearken. Give but a small sign.

I am quite near.

Between us there is but a narrow wall,

and by sheer chance; for it would take

merely a call from your lips or from mine

to break it down,

and that without a sound.



The wall is built of your images.



They stand before you hiding you like names,

and when the light within me blazes high

that in my inmost soul I know you by,

the radiance is squandered on their frames.


And then my senses, which too soon grow lame,

exiled from you, must go their homeless ways.



--Rainer Maria Rilke

I especially like the idea here that it is our very images of God--our own human conceptions of him--that limit our understanding of all he really is.