31/10/2005

There is no one . . .

There is no one in this world who has time

but God alone.

And therefore all flowers come to Him

and the least among the ants.

 

The forget-me-not asks Him for a stronger brilliance

in her blue eyes

and the ant asks Him for more strength

to grip the straw.

And the bees ask Him for a stronger victory song

among scarlet roses.

 

And God is present in everything.

When the old woman unexpectedly met her cat at the well

and the cat his mistress

the joy was great for both of them

but greater still was their knowledge that God had brought them together

and wished them this wonderful friendship

for fourteen years.

 

Meanwhile, a redstart flew out of the mountain ash by the well

happy that God had not allowed the hunter to catch him.

But in a vague dream a little worm saw

how the crescent moon split his being into two:

one was nothing,

the other one was everything and God Himself.

 

- Edith Södergran

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