clouds have no influence on the sun
in the evening
the day resounds
in my tired body
I lay it back
in your hands
that was the best
I could do
I don’t know
but you are always
yesterday today and tomorrow
are in front of you
like a whiff of your eternity
the silent of this moment
I feel protected by your tender power
humbly I bow down
to your humanity
grateful for your helping heart
in dark times
Like a human who is dying of thirst, my heart is crying to you, God.
My heart is thirsty for God, the living God. When do I finally meet you face to face? My tears are my daily bread, because my enemies always ask me: Where is your God?
When I realize that, my heart is crying, for I’m longing for my friends at home. Together with them I want to praise you in the service. Here I’m foreign.
My heart, why are you so sad, why do you worry so much?
Trust in God! For I will still thank him, that he is with me and helps me.
My God, my heart is sad, for I must constantly think of you here in the outland. I’m going down here, I‘m drowning in sadness. Nevertheless: You promised me your goodness, and at night I pray to you God, you my life. God you are my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why do you allow, that my enemies make me such sad? They mellow me, when they ask me daily: Where is your God?
My heart, why are you so sad, why do you worry so much? Trust in God! For I will still thank him, that he is with me and helps me.
So as if one turns up his coat collar against the cold wind, lights a candle with the last match. So we tighten our belts, concentrated on the essentials. Waiting and awaiting. In a time, which greedily hurtles towards the abyss. The end of time. End time. Dawned by the man from Nazareth.
The creation is pregnant in labor pains, waiting for redemption. As we wait for Christmas, we long for the day of his comeback. The Earth groans tired in its axis. The new morality is: “tolerance” and “everything is permitted”. Because they have forgotten God, they go in circles and are wild desperate to squeeze every last drop of life out of their finiteness.
And we – close ranks. No, we cannot close our hearts, urgent the day of his return. Watch, pray, fast, heal and love, because his outlines are already visible from afar. The end of time. Fulfillment of our lives.