Intertissued

“Thou shalt love the L-rd thy G-d”



The poem beneath is written just after hearing words from this Messianic Liturgy, words, that I did not understand but I recognized them, letters and sounds, with all my previous lives. But the song, which is in English so beautiful and simple one, like lullaby, music of new age, meditative and comforting, berceuse… it so special feeling, when the Children of God sing for themselves... This way they serve liturgy for themselves in their Church of the Love of God, with their little hands and birds. Everybody around murmurs: "He did not come... Hush!" But they do not believe...

With Thy spear-hand, O Lord Thee created the Universe,
With all your heart, with all your Son,
From obedient and wise letters and sounds
You've made Thy Wor(l)d.

May Thy hand be upon us o Lord?
Like dove may it be?
Intertissued.

Breathing gently and nesting:
“You shall love your neighbour as yourself”.

Or did You forget anything to tell?

Hands, cupped gently, obedient and wise,
fingers whisper: "Adonai…"

And Thy Unutterable name, o Jesus...


The song from video and these words of St. Clement beneath have, as it appears to me, the music of longing, of faith of the same colours, of the same tender high tones … The flight of dove. I love these words from Charles William’s “New Christian Year” and remember them at the threshold of the night:

“God gives us many things in which He has Himself no part: being Himself self-existent, He gives us a beginning of existence; being Himself exempt from want, He gives us nourishment; Himself always the same, He gives us growth; Himself immortal and exempt from old age, He gives us a happy old age, and a happy death”.

St. Clement: Stromata