»God not only loves to hear our stories, he loves to tell his own. And, quite simply, we are the story God tells. Our very lives are the words that come from his mouth. This insight has always fired the religious imagination, refusing to be rationalized or dismissed. The conviction that we are God’s story releases primordial impulses and out of a mixture of belligerence, gratitude, and imitation we return the compliment. We tell stories of God.«  John Shea, Stories of God

For this reason we use this page to regularly offer new stories and reflections out of the world of literature, music and art.

Nächster Abschnitt

A Sense of Order

 

with tears I plead

for more time, more order, more peace

I am afraid of losing myself

then you send me angel-like messengers

that challenge me:

give me your hand, let yourself be drawn in

stars of the sky, blue sea,

solid ground,

we walk our routes, like a dance

which currently

begins eternally anew

like this, pay attention:

»Weep not for the rhythms

which - apparently - are lost:

Rhythms of the winds,

of the waters,

of the rustling of the trees,

of the song of the birds,

of the movement of the stars,

of the footsteps of people….

There is always a musician

or a poet

or a saint

or a fool,

who has the mission from God,

to capture

the fleeting rhythms,

that could be lost. « *   

Pay attention, it is our mission…, come let yourself be drawn in

                                                           * Ernesto Cardenal

 

Sylvia Ditt,

Koblenz, September 24th, 2020