Dinghy on the Willamette

We set the pace.
But this press of time—
take it as a little thing
next to what endures.
 
All this hurrying
soon will be over.
Only when we tarry
do we touch the holy.
 
*          *        *
 
See how all things are at rest—
darkness and morning light,
blossom and book.
 

R. M. Rilke