Landscape through an weeping eye

Oh, my soul
Oh, how you worry
Oh, how you're weary, from fearing you lost control
This was the one thing, you didn't see coming
And no one would blame you, though
If you cried in private
If you tried to hide it away, so no one knows
No one will see, if you stop believing

Oh, my soul
You are not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day, He will make a way
Let Him show you how, you can lay this down
'Cause you're not alone

Here and now
You can be honest
I won't try to promise that someday it all works out
'Cause this is the valley
And even now, He is breathing on your dry bones
And there will be dancing
There will be beauty where beauty was ash and stone
This much I know

Oh, my soul
You are not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day, He will make a way
Let Him show you how, you can lay this down

I'm not strong enough, I can't take anymore
(You can lay it down, you can lay it down)
And my shipwrecked faith will never get me to shore
(You can lay it down, you can lay it down)
Can He find me here
Can He keep me from going under

Oh, my soul
You're not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day, He will make a way
Let Him show you how, you can lay this down
'Cause you're not alone
Oh, my soul, you're not alone

Constant reminder: There will be beauty where beauty was ash and stone

Wonders of Czech Republic

 

Wonders

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,


hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

(R.M. Rilke- Early spring)


























Spring has come again. The Earth
is like a child that knows poems by heart.
R.M.R

Provocare de aprilie

N-am fost niciodata adepta genului asta de provocari. S-au schimbat in ultima vreme multe lucruri.

As vrea sa incerc macar.
So, day 1.. :)

Pasi

Aud cum păşeşte cineva după mine în lună
Şi pune seminţe de flori în urmele tălpilor mele,
Un pas înţelept – albăstrele,
Un pas greşit – mătrăgună.

Aud cum păşeşte cineva după mine în soare
Şi pune ouă de păsări în urmele tălpilor mele,
Un pas înţelept – turturele,
Un pas greşit – cântătoare.

Aud cum păşeşte cineva după mine-n vecie
Şi pune cuvinte în urmele tălpilor mele,
Un pas înţelept – ghilimele,
Un pas greşit – poezie.

Ana Blandiana

Zambet de 8 martie

Gand de inceput de primavara

          Zilele trecute am participat la un curs de Hermeneutica. Mi-au ramas in minte ultimele cuvinte ale celui care vorbea: ”... sa te indragostesti de Scriptura si in lumina ei sa ii privesti pe oameni ca cei prin care poate Dumnezeu lucra. Si sa-i iubesti. Ce poate fi mai frumos?”
          Chiar asa.. Ce poate fi mai frumos?