I very much admire the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke and the following is one of which I’m particularly fond:

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

You can read the entire poem here.