When I have lost myself
in helping others
I may start thinking you owe me your thanks and your love
But the truth is this:
You don’t owe me anything
I just need to ground myself
In the everlasting Love of the Divine
I must sit down
Take a breath
Start over out of silence
From then on I can fly…just a little slower
Throughout my life
of loneliness and pain
I have often longed and prayed for
a union with God
to gain
This longing for union is
still very deep and strong
Sometimes overshadowed by
the action of life
yet never gone
Union still is my heart’s desire
This I strive for
in my great search
Yet maybe now I have found
a joy in life
so I feel I am living less on the edge
of a knife
Forever I am still longing
Both in silence and in sound
for this Greatest Love to abound
All the way until complete union
where all is found
When life grows up in you
you eventually realize:
You don’t have to sing higher
Just be a beautiful voice
in the choir
Going through some things in the storage
from long gone days
Emotions were stirring, tears filled my eyes
That was when I realized
I am just like this beautiful horn I used to play
It was called euphonium
And had a sound of wonder
I must say
After some time of playing
the horn filled up with spit
I had to open all the valves and blow out
the waste stuck in it
Then the horn was ready to be played
Again, beautiful music could be made
The sound was now so strong and so clear
Some people even thought it was rare
Going through some old things that day
Made me realize I am also this way
I need to open my valves to feel
and clear out my grief
When I have remembered the joy and
all tears have been cried
I have both embraced my past and
opened myself fully for the ever deeper
love in life
I used to be a stranger
Then I was a guest
Now
The Silent Land
is my home
I am writing down this letter of pain
Asking myself, -what is there to gain
My God, my God I am feeling alone and lost
The cup is large and it is of great cost
Some people say, -Jesus took your pain
On the cross the sin of the world was lain
Yet, to me this is so very real
This terrible agony I now feel
Was it not God that gave me this gift to feel
Maybe so that I through that could heal
Is Christ on the cross there with me
Sharing the experience of this so terribly
As I am writing this letter of pain
And in the dark it is too dark to see
Another thought crosses my mind:
The cross I bear is part of Thine
On the Mountain
Once,
you called me and set me
on the top of the mountain
There I saw
the Indescribable Light
In this Light my soul would linger
But it was not the time
-Now, dear child, you must learn to walk
Step down from the mountain you must
Soon you will neither feel or see
There will be darkness
On the road to the Secret Place
På fjellet
En gang,
du kalte meg opp
på den høyeste tinde
Der fikk jeg se det
Ubeskrivelige lys
I det Lyset ville min sjel forbli
Men det var ikke dens tid
-Nå, kjære barn, må du lære å gå
Stige ned fra fjellet du må
Intet vil du snart føle eller se
Det vil bli mørkt
På veien til det Hemmelige sted
Det er no
Det er no eg skal gå eit stykke aleine
Eg skal ikkje seia noko
For det er no eg skal vere stille
Det er no det gjeld
Det er no det skjer
Det eg ikkje heilt kan vite kva er
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In English:
It is now
It is now I must walk a mile alone
I am not going to be talking
Because it is now I am to be silent
This is it
It happens now
That which I do not really know
I go there when I am alone
I go there when I am in need
I go there when I am hurt
I go there when I am tired
I go there when I am falling
There I am in union
There I am filled
There I am comforted
There I am rested
There I am uplifted
This is the Westworld
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Oversatt til nynorsk:
Eg går dit når eg er aleine
Eg går dit når eg har eit behov
Eg går dit når eg er såra
Eg går dit når eg er trøyt
Eg går dit når eg faller
Der er eg i eining
Der er eg fylt
Der er eg trøysta
Der er eg utkvilt
Der er eg opplyfta
Dette er Landet i vest
Eg sat berre der
Omsider fatta eg mot
Eg spurde
-Korleis går det
Du svara kort
Snudde deg bort att
So sat eg berre der
In English:
I only sat there
Finally I took courage
I asked
-How are you
You answered shortly
Turned away again
Then I just sat there
A Contemplative Life 