Posted 2 April 2016
I am the curtain making the light look folded
I am the child who swam in the pool in the forest
and was not discovered
I am the little girl who saw round rocks blink
and glow in the limpid waters, red and rust and grey
I was loved by my pets and loved them completely.
They were mine, my inheritance and I learned from the way of gentleness
I am the one who asked for help and got it
I wore pale pearls like tears because they were my destiny
I wore black, like a slave, proudly, knowing I was the slave of children
I am the one who saw streams of light pulsing
around the eagles wings as they flew crying into the cup of the lake.
And I am the grown person who never left childhood or its growing or its pain.
The Act of Consecration of Man
Saturday (in German) 09h00
Sunday Service for Children
2nd & 4th Sundays 10h00 - 11h00