white (Eternal) eastern
Jesus, both the simplest of words and the most poetic of expressions
Are all stretched to the limit when trying to say something new about you
our secret places, our souls are filled with your story
-your cross, but somewhere in a corner something lost is shining
We get used to you, you become part of the furniture
God, how can be there so huge a sacrifice but hell is still not empty?
but then, what is sin?
has it breadth, depth, length and height?
but then, what is love?
has it power, limits, borders?
but, who is the man you don’t turn away even though he despises you?
but you, where are you?
when you see he has strength to oppose you, to reject to deny you?
God, with such freedom man gets confused,
so many extras yet he remains so Eden-Naked
we need clothes but what you have given are tattered
clothe us, so we can worship your victory.
for that we need to be called again, to be called out
from sin, from resignation, from ourselves
to your cross,
into your footsteps,
into your peace.
Nobody cares for me
But everyone listens to me
Nobody knows me
But everyone teaches me
Nobody wants me
But everyone invites me
Nobody comes to me
But everyone is next to me
Nobody, I will become
But from everyone I will be
(I wrote this at the very beginning of being here at L’abri, 12 Sept.)
I lived one day.
I am twenty-four.
half of the day or two or three days more?
To be me.
And also everyone.
no much question
today
not that burden feeling
as it was until late night
yesterday
now I am not asking
Why
and
How
I found rest
I found peace
I found future
I found you
I found You
but I think that rather ‘I’
You gave me
Rest
Peace
Future
and him
and also yourself
and of course not that much question
(until the next answer)
The smile of the colours
The smile of the rainbow
The smile of the beauty
And the smile of you
let me go to see
let me go to see the sea side
let me go to see the debts of mountains
let me go to see the edge of my soul
let me go to be for what I have desire
dead is no more for me
is no more for me dead
I am already yesterday
only my paint
I will write tomorrow
that
I was sitting in the best seat yesterday.
Rev. 21
I will be there
with you my brother
I will be there
in joy and gladness
with my saviour
with my neighbour
I will be there
in joy and gladness
with new clothing
with new worship
in whatever’s new
I will be there
-I am there in the
Lamb’s book of life.
1.God I did a mistake
God I am in error
and this radiating to me as a sik sunshine
I still remembering and until dead keaps me in live
always remembers me to that choice which I made
God when you don’t use our mistkaes
God when you don’t lead us in errrors
2.I saw the church
as a dead dodo
I saw a church
dead as dodo
3.which come first
a simple Hungarian poem
a napbol csak arnyek van
a sotetbol csak semmi mas
