As Moon to Sun
So Ice to Water
As Silence is to
Words and Sand
to Sea, so are the
Presence of Your
Sunset @ Afsluitdijk, The Netherlands, May 2011
To all with ears: they hear,
to all with eyes: they see.
Let’s not be blind to all
what’s written and to all
that flows, wherever you
may go you leave something
behind, so is the memory
the mirror of the mind
and with each footstep
there is more to tell,
o yes: wherever you may
go you leave something
To all with heart, to all
with love: they shall inherit
paradise, wait not, moments
are wings, and to a dying
day they are as intimate as
to your lips a kiss, so then:
fly high above the setting
sun, and rise above the oceans,
open, breathe deep, drink, and
be, for in the end remember:
to all with ears they’ll hear,
to all with eyes they’ll see.
(picture taken @ Kallo, Belgium)
(picture taken through my van’s windshield @ Cap Gris Nez, France)
O little bird how graciously you sing,
while night is darkening your wings,
you are the Herald of the morning,
my hands are open for your offering,
there is my Heart, O little bird, your
soft whisper, your silent touch, I can’t
ignore, O, little bird, you Prophet
of the Dawn to come, my hands are
opening for your offering, my ears are
singing, all in tune, O little bird, my eyes
are closed in darkness, I keep wandering
into the night, breathing in, breathing out,
I offer you my heart, I welcome you into
my Soul, O little bird, how graciously you
sing, while night is darkening your wing.
music by Robert Schuman, Forrest Scenens, Op.82/7, The Prophet Bird
Shall I then look with both my eyes? Shall
I then see a glimpse of Paradise? Or shall I
look with my eye right, or better still, the one
eye left? O Lord, to have a look at You is out
of league, to dance with You my legs are lame,
but still You keep inviting me, You keep on
looking for my inward eye, You keep on dancing
while my legs are lame, O Lord Your dance really
is out of league, but when blinded, cripple, deaf
and lame I stumble, then I see, my eyes right,
not left behind, O yes, I see, I see the glittering
dome of Paradise, it was the inward eye indeed,
the compass You imprinted in my Soul, as is the
graveyard Light to Souls at rest, so is Your Light
to me, in Peace now I can live, in Love my Soul
with You will be, eternally.
@ Maria Assumptalyceum, Brussels, a gift 😉
O piissima Virgo Maria,
non esse auditum a saeculo,
quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia,
tua implorantem auxilia, aut tua petentem suffragia
a te esse derelictum.
Ego tali animatus fiducia,
ad te Virgo virginum Maria
Mater Iesu Christi, confugio,
ad te venio, ad te curro,
noli, Domina mundi, noli aeterni Verbi Mater verba mea despicere,
sed audi propitia et exaudi me miserum ad te in hac lacrimarum valle clamantem.
Adsis mihi, obsecro, in omnibus necessitatibus meis, nunc et semper,
et maxime in hora mortis meae.
O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Virgo Maria!
O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known
that anyone who fled to thy protection,
implored thy help, or sought thy intercession
was left unaided by thee.
Inspired with this confidence,
I fly to thee,
Mary, Virgin of virgins, Mother of Jesus Christ;
to thee do I come; before thee I stand,
O Mistress of the World and Mother of the Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in thy mercy hear and answer wretched me crying
to thee in this vale of tears.
Be near me, I beseech thee, in all my necessities, now and always,
and especially at the hour of my death.
O clement, o loving, o sweet Virgin Mary.
(15th century prayer, made popular by Fr. Claude Bernard, the Poor Priest )
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