Title Poem – Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Robert Bly)
It’s O.K. for the rich and the lucky to keep still;
no one wants to know about them anyway.
But those in need have to step forward,
have to say: I am blind,
or: I’m about to go blind,
or: nothing is going well with me,
or: I have a child who is sick,
or: right there I’m sort of glued together…
And probably that doesn’t do anything either.
They have to sing; if they didn’t sing, everyone
would walk past, as if they were fences or trees.
That’s where you hear good singing.
People really are strange: they prefer
to hear castratos in boy choirs.
But God himself comes and stays a long time
when the world of half-people start to bore him.



March 24, the anniversary of the assassination of Archbishop Oscar Romero. This prayer, often attributed to Romero, was written by Bishop Ken Untener of Saginaw, Michigan.