Thanks to dear Felicia, for sending this along from her friend, Rilke (I found a few other translations online, so I’ve combined them all into one; oh yeah and the italics are mine):
God speaks to each of us as we are made,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words, the numinous words,
we hear before we begin:
You, called forth by your senses
reach to the edge of your longing.
Become my body
flare up like a flame
And make big shadows I can move in
and cover me completely.
Let everything into you:
beauty and terror.
Remember no feeling is final.
Nearby is the land they call life,
you will know it by its intensity.
Don’t lose touch with me.
Give me your hand.
~Rainer Maria Rilke