Here is another poem he included in the chapter where the author shared his personal journey - A story of Croatia, the Soviet Union, and becoming the first Christian in a large Muslim family.
Written by an Israeli poet, Yehuda Amichai:
The Place Where We Are Right
From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.
The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.
The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
"Giving up being right about God, about life, about ourselves, is a process of emptying. When emptied of our need to be in charge of all the answers we open ourselves to the stories of people we have always thought we knew. And as we listen and speak, we find our differing and difficult stories woven together, whole and beautiful for the whole universe to see." p. 43
2 comments:
I have read parts of this book and I really loved it also. I struggle with hanging on to tradition, but his book really opened me up much more to percieving other people as being children of God, no matter what their religious orientation. Thanks for sharing the poetry!
Thank you.
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