Nine Days and then cosmic calamity….?
…..if it worries and torments you to think of your childhood, and of that simplicity and quiet, because you 
cannot believe any more in God.…then what justifies you in missing him, who never was?
Why do you not think of him as the coming one, imminent from all eternity, the future one, the final fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? What keeps you from projecting his birth into times that are in the process of becoming, and living your life like a painful and beautiful day in the history of a great gestation? Do you not see that everything that happens keeps on being a beginning, since beginning is in itself always so beautiful?
………Be patient and without resentment and think that the least we can do is to make his becoming not more difficult for him than the earth makes it for the spring when it wants to come.
And be glad and confident.
Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke, chapt 6, translation by M D Herter Norton
