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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