A journey in creativity and faith
Raindrops
On empty twigs
November is cold
and dark
Tuesday
freezing
Is going to bed
Leaves are falling
Rain falls down
Empty trees
Cold feet
A messy living room
Noisy thoughts
November is dark
Photo Copyright Heidi Spangberg Christensen
It is raining
It is cold
The days are short
Leaves are falling
The sky is grey
November is dark
We hear a calling
Outside the door
“When will it snow? My daughter asked me a few days ago.
“I don’t know. It may take a while”, I replied.
“No!” Her disappointment was obvious.
Then the meteorologists predicted snow, but the snow stayed away from my part of the country, until we woke up to a snowstorm, Sunday morning. Snow became sleet and rain, and we, grown-ups, nodded to each other.
Now Monday afternoon I can see I was wrong. The snow lies as a blanket on my lawn, bathed in sunshine.
The meteorologists say it won’t snow again for some time now. They might be wrong.
We can make ourselves wise and clever, but we can’t predict everything. I don’t think anybody foresaw the terror attack on Paris.
Every time I read the news or observe discussions (quarrels) on Facebook, it seems like there will soon come an ice age in the entire world. Many meters of snow has fallen into the ventricles of the Islamists.
Will it be Christmas? Can Christmas-joy grow in the frozen ground this year?
Suddenly, something else steps into my mind.
God said, ”Let there be light.”
And there was light
and life
But life sinned
and moved to the land of the shadow of death
One day
this life who walked in darkness
saw a great light
The light was God’s word
who was born a child in a barn
He was God’s face
who shone graciously upon all people
With his hands, ears, eyes and heart
The light fed, healed and awakened
those who walked in darkness
This pure light
was convicted, tortured and killed
for the sin of the world
The light was turned off
The day was dark
The sun was dark
The light was an out burned candle
and laid in a tomb
At sunrise the beloved women came to the tomb
It was empty
The women were frightened
Then one of them sensed a hand on her shoulder
and heard a voice
She turned around
“It is I”, the voice said
and God’s face shone upon the women
You who walk in darkness
You will see a great light
Believe in Him
and his face will shine upon you
inside you
through you
in the midst of us
because darkness is not the final word
God says “let there be light”
“Come!”
Cold concrete
A smell of dust
And urine
Drops falling down from the ceiling
No. Drops from my eyes
Landing on my lips
The bars throw shadows of darkness
On my body
Words from whispers and letters
turned backs and fleeing eyes
Words inside my head
Shouting over each other
The words are parasites
eating brain cells
The words are strong as men
Shouting
Nothing
Worthless
Failure
Words dehumanize me
Vermin
Says the tag
Written on my soul
I lay against the wall
The wall stands firm and quiet
A witness to the soul eating words
An antique wall
Which I lean my tears against
Lashes, gobs and question marks
Are written on the wall
The wall is firm and quiet
While the words move down towards my heart
And my organs and veins
Lie rotting
My skin folds and shrinks
A tight noose around my neck
Gasping for breath
Fading within myself
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