L'Chaim July 30, 2019
Prayer is not a stratagem for occasional use, a refuge to resort to now and then. It is rather like an established residence for the innermost self. All things have a home, the bird has a nest, the fox has a hole, the bee has a hive. A soul without prayer is a soul without a home.
Weary, sobbing, the soul, after roaming through a world festered with aimlessness, falsehoods and absurdities, seeks a moment in which to gather up its scattered life, in which to divest itself of enforced pretensions and camouflage, in which to simplify complexities, in which to call for help without being a coward. Such a home is prayer. Continuity, permanence, intimacy, authenticity, earnestness are its attributes. For the soul, home is where prayer is.
Abraham Joshua Heschel
L'Chaim April 27, 2019
I am the warmth of your hearth
on cold winter nights.
I am the shade that shields you
from the hot summer sun.
My fruits and my vitalizing drinks
slake your thirst on your journey.
I am the beam that holds your house,
the door to your home,
the bed in which you lay
and the frame which carries your boat.
I am the handle on your rake,
the wood of your cradle
and the shell of your coffin.
Discovered on an ash tree at the Abbey of Marienstatt.
L'Chaim March1st, 2019
The God, who does not exist,
within me, a dark crack,
is close to my soul,
as often as I miss him.
(Christian Lehnert: Windzüge, Frankfurt 2o15)
L'Chaim February 13, 2019
Never has a portion of well-being grown out of hardness.
Erik Riechers SAC
L'Chaim January 17, 2019
»Why do so few ever see the star? Only because so few are looking for it. Some occasionally resolve to do so, but then always have something cheaper that counts and takes precedence… What are we looking for anyway? And where does this genuine passion of the heart smolder, that shy away neither from desert nor from the unknown, neither from loneliness nor from the knowing smile of those who always consider the believer to be a fool? Only with this passion, to which the heart has prescribed itself, does the tirelessness grow, that then still sinks to its knees, wisely and royally, when the end of the long journey is only found in the stall. They see deeper and grasp the definitive. A hundred hardships of the spirit and the heart have enabled them to believe.«
(From: Alfred Delp, Fest der Menschenfreundlichkeit Gottes, hrsg. von Roman Bleistein, Frankfurt am Main: Verlag Josef Knecht 1985. Translation E. Riechers.)
L'Chaim December 13, 2018
When the smell
upon the rocks
when you taste the sand
like freshly baked
like the wax of a candle
when the Bedouin
to the earth
with his prayers
to the oases
for the voice
of the beginning
it sings anew
L'Chaim December 6, 2018
»What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.«
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
L'Chaim November 9, 2018
The greatest danger any civilisation faces is when it suffers from collective amnesia. We forget how small beginnings lead to truly terrible endings. A thousand years of Jewish history in Europe added certain words to the human vocabulary: forced conversion, inquisition, expulsion, ghetto, pogrom, Holocaust. Once hate goes unchecked, the road to tragedy is short.
L`Chaim October 12, 2018
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
L`Chaim October 1, 2018
on which our glances wandered upwards,
there are engraved
songs of lamentation
of the elders
the stone skin
on which our glances
there are inscribed
of the elders
the breath of all those
who were here before us,
with nothing but their lives,
Burga Gripekoven, Treibsand, 2014
L`Chaim September 13, 2018
True humanity is more precious than all the beauty of this earth.
Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi, 1746-1827
L`Chaim April 18, 2018
My God, my God,
may it never end –
the sand and the sea,
the rustle of the water,
the brilliance of the sky,
the prayer of man.
From Hannah Szenes’s Poem,
A Walk To Caesarea
L`Chaim March 22, 2018
If stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown. But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
Ralph Waldo Emerson,
L`Chaim February 25, 2018
at home outside
where birds of sorrow
build their nests
in the mouths
of the weeping
from Wilhelm Bruners, »ZUHAUSE IN ZWEI ZELTEN«, p. 42
L`Chaim February 4, 2018
»Art can move and alter people in subtle ways because, like love, it speaks through and to the heart.«
Martin Luther King Jr. in a letter to Sammy Davis Jr., Dec. 20, 1960
L`Chaim January 9, 2018
How simple for me to live with You, O Lord!
How easy for me to believe in You!
When my mind opens unto doubt or falters,
when the most clever of the clever
see no further than this day’s end
and do not know what must be done tomorrow,
You grant me the clarity and the confidence that You exist
and that You will take care that not all the paths of good be closed.
At the peak of my earthly fame,
I gaze back with wonderment at that path
through hopelessness - to this place,
from whence I, too, could send
a reflection of Your radiance to humanity.
And however much time is required
to mirror your radiance,
You will grant it to me.
And what I will no longer be able to accomplish,
means that You have predestined it for others.
Prayer by Alexander Solschenizyn, composed between 1958 and 1963.
[quoted from: Alexander Solschenizyn, Was geschieht mit der Seele in der Nacht. Kurzerzählungen.
We come from afar
and must go further yet
have no fear
all are with you
who were before you
and all who were before them
long long ago
all are with you
have no fear
we come from afar
and must go further yet
May 8, 1985
Heinrich Böll (1917-1985)
Best I love September's yellow;
Morns of dew-strung gossamer,
Thoughtful days without a stir,
Rooky clamours, brazen leaves,
Stubbles dotted o'er with sheaves, -
More than spring’s bright uncontrol
Suit the autumn of my soul.
Alexander Smith (1829-1867)
Just as a mother with her own life
Protects her child, her only child, from harm,
So within yourself let grow
A boundless love for all creatures.
Let your love flow outward through the universe,
To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.
Then, as you stand or walk,
Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;
Your life will bring heaven to earth.
L'Chaim July 25, 2017
»Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by humankind.« (Rudyard Kipling)
L`Chaim July 18, 2017:
If you are reasonable, prove yourself to be a bowl, rather than a canal
that simultaneously receives and passes on,
while the bowl waits until it is filled. . . .
I do not wish to become rich, if it means you must become empty.
If you treat yourself poorly,
whom will you do any good?
If you can, help me out of your fullness,
if not, then spare yourself.
(From a letter of Bernhard of Clairvaux)