Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd

when I see the pale stars rising,

blooming over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows

with only this one dream:

You come too.~Rainer Maria Rilke

I ran across this poem when I read a piece in the Paris Review entitled Poetry RX. Readers wrote in with a life issue, and a poet matched a poem to their situation. 

This creative endeavor intrigued me, as poetry has often captured feelings and longings I've had--that flow of words that can create hope, like glimpsing light in the distance.

And this poem reminded me of Jesus--He desires to take us to that peaceful place, that still location where we are satisfied, our yearnings satiated. He is that One who extends His hand, beckoning us.

Slip away from the noisy crowd

Pursue the solitary pathway

And His dream?

You come too.