I circle around God,
around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
This poem was written a Rainer Maria Rilke as a love poem for God, a modern psalm, over a hundred years ago. It refers to God as a tower, much like David did in his own psalms and Solomon did in the proverbs.
Psalm 61:2b-3, “Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against my enemy.”
Proverb 18:10, “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; a righteous man runs into it and is safe.”
A tower refers to a tall part of a fortress or city walls. For the Jewish people, it was a picture of God’s protection. Its presence brought a feeling of security and well-being. They would look to the tower during times of spiritual or physical peril. They would flee to the tower in times of terror.
I think what is so poignant about Rilke’s poem is that we all have the habit of circling the tower that is God. We circle and don’t land. We circle and we wonder. We circle and we doubt. Always circling, never landing.
And his question is valid. Why do we keep circling? What form does our circling take?
Perhaps you are a falcon. For early Christians, the falcon became a meaningful spiritual symbol. A wild falcon symbolized the unsaved, the sinful, and the lost. A tamed falcon symbolized the converted. It was a symbol of hope and victory.
Before someone is saved, they are like that wild falcon the just keeps circling. But, we are called to be tamed, to find refuge in the tower. Are you still wild or do you still wrestle with your wild ways?
Perhaps you are a storm. In the Bible, storms are a contradictory image. On one hand, it gives life with its water. On the other hand, it brings death through its violence. It is an uncontrollable force of nature.
You may feel a little out of control. You may feel like a walking contradiction. You may be simultaneously drawn toward and repelled by the tower; by God. The reality is that you will only feel grounded, centered, and complete when you go into the tower. The storm within will only be calmed by the presence of He who commands the wind and rain.
Perhaps you are a great song. I like the idea of being a great song because songs are symbols of the soul and singing is an expression of the soul. What is your soul expressing as it circles? What kind of great song do you possess?
Great doesn’t always mean good. It simply means big. You can be a song of big sorrow or big joy. You can be a song of big anger or big love. You can circle because your song is one of outrage which keeps you away from God. You can circle because your song is one of adoration that makes God seem untouchable, unapproachable. But the reality is that the best songs are sung in the tower. The truth is the God is also a song – the believer’s song.
If we know how we circle, then we know why we circle. If we know why we circle, then we have a choice.
Can you stop circling? Can the wild falcon within you be tamed; be saved and finally find hope and victory? Can the storm, the uncontrollable force of nature within you be calmed? Can your song connect and join in with God’s song?
It is time.
It is time to find rest and refuge in the tower. You have been circling long enough. Rilke said that he had been circling for thousands of years and in biblical terms, 1,000 is the largest figure they could count by. It wasn’t literal. It was his way of saying that he had been circling for as long as he could remember.
Perhaps you have been circling for thousands of years too.
We are prone to circle God. A part of us is drawn to Him, yet we tend to wander away. We may settle into the tower for a time, but then circle again. Or, maybe we aren’t fully settled and parts of us are still circling.
Whatever it may be for you, the tower isn’t going anywhere. The tower isn’t the one that moves. We move. We circle. We wander.
God is faithful. God is patient. He waits for us to make a choice. He invites us into relationship with Him. He offers us exactly what we need – whether we happen to be a falcon, a storm, or a great song.