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Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (10)

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 Kan Ek Asseblief 'n God Hê


God is groter as God.

                                                                                    Meister Eckhart


Die Gesprek 





Elemente Uit Die Gesprek


Please can I have a God
(after Selima Hill)

not fossilized, hardened, stiff, unshaken,
not contained in creeds and testimonies,
judgments and stone tablets,
but in the wound breaking open.

Please can I have a God
who asks me to worship at the altar of mystery,
to lay aside certainty, and curl up
in the hollow of a great stone down by the river,
to hear the force of it rushing past.

Please can I have a God
with questions rather than answers,
who is not Rock or Fortress or Father,
but sashays, swerves, ripens, rages
at the rape of the earth.

Please can I have a God
whose voice is the sound of a girl, long silent from abuse,
now speaking her first word,
who is not sweetness or light, but the fierce utterance of
“no” in all the places where love has been extinguished.

Please can I have a God
the color of doubt, the shape of uncertainty,
who sees that within me dwells a multitude,
grief and joy, envy and generosity, rage and raucousness,
and anoints every last part.

Please can I have a God
who rolls her eyes with me at platitudes and pronouncements
and walks by my side in the early morning
across the wet field, together bare-footed and broken-hearted,
who is both mud and dew.

Please can I have a God
who is the vast indifference of forest and night sky,
who is both eclipse and radiance, silence and scream,
who is everything slow and dark and moist,
who is not measured, controlled, but ecstatic and dancing.

Please can I have a God
who is not the flame, but the flickering,
not bread, but the chewing and swallowing,
not Lover and Beloved, but the making love,
not the dog, but the joyful exuberance when I come home.

                                                                                                       - Christine Valters Paintner

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Mooi bly julle.


George en Matilda

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  1. Lindie4 June 2022 at 12:18

    Dankie dat julle my Godsreis met soveel beauty inkleur... en beinvloed!

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  2. Anonymous5 June 2022 at 08:19

    Baie dankie vir die verruiming wat julle diep gesprekke in my laat plaas vind. Soveel om oor na te dink.....

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