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
Wednesday see programme
Saturday (in German) 09h00
Sunday Service for Children
2nd & 4th Sundays 10h00 - 11h00