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Onze Vader door Jen Norton, z.j.

Our Father

I heard him call you his beloved son
And saw his Spirit lighten like a dove,
I thought his words must be for you alone,
Knowing myself unworthy of his love.
You pray in close communion with your Father,
So close you say the two of you are one,
I feel myself to be receding further,
Fallen away and outcast and alone.

And so I come and ask you how to pray,
Seeking a distant supplicant’s petition,
Only to find you give your words away,
As though I stood with you in your position,
As though your Father were my Father too,
As though I found his ‘welcome home’ in you.

 
Malcolm Guite (Ibanda, 12 november 1957)
Oke Are Minor seminary compound, Ibanda

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 28^e juli ook mijn volgende blog van vandaag.

28-07-2019 om 17:12 geschreven door Romenu