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"This whole world is full of God!" - Blessed Angela of Foligno

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Salpeterkrans - August 1999


Trilling, tripping stream,
playing music for me.
Gentle wind, 
you caress my face and arms.
Warm sun upon my back
and rock upon which I sit
cold against my legs,
sky so blue and crisp,
bright yellow grass and round brown rocks,
I come here to meet God.

And He, who is everywhere,
Meets me where I am.
He, who knows everything,
hears my anguished cry,
He, who loves me so,
listens and gives peace.

Lichen

I like the way the lichen grows
against the bark of the tree
the way it hugs and clings and 
curls and breathes

I like the way the wind
shakes the leaves to make music
soft and soothing

And as I lie here and look up
I like to see the clouds drifting high,
changing form, floating

I like the way my inner child
delights in the breeze on my skin
and stills the adult's call for purpose and order

And most of all I like the child's response
to what God made
for if I am pleased in His creation
it pleases Him




The Gift

Sometimes the fullness of my heart
Would overwhelm me 
The joy I feel so great
That I can't take it in
And then I wonder
Why, Lord, why you fill me,
With so much love 
When I'm so full of sin?

I want to change
To be as I should be 
No longer base,
But pure, a child of God
Forgiveness waits
For my confession
The freeing power of love
He gives to me

Why wait another day 
To know the fullness of His love?
Why live another hour
Without his blessing?
Right now I claim His gift 
So freely given
The sacrifice that Jesus made for me



 Copyright, Jenny von Gogh, 2002