I thank you, deep power
that works me ever more lightly
in ways I can’t make out.
The day’s labor grows simple now,
and like a holy face
held in my dark hands.
source: Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926), Bohemian–Austrian poet and art critic. In: Barrows, A. & Macy, J. (1996). (trans). Rilke’s book of hours: love poems to God. New York: Riverhead Books, p. 147. image and more on Rilke.