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Ichtys by river Tur
Teljes mű / Kész
If were not the pharisees to preach about you,
i would have found you long ago my Lord ;
by the pastures, by the riverside ,
in the quiet image of the fisherman
and shepherd -
you were always by my side.
I was weary, found no shelter ,
all the big ones played pretender .
In hail and storm you took me in ,
when i was prepared for worse,
i felt the warmth within.
In times of drought ,
we sat on ground ;
I listened to your clear and simple words,
then we walked on with the herds.
Truth gave strength as we went,
words like yours before i never found,
they healed and made me sound .
Then i got hungry too and there you were
to share your little piece of bread -
at home, a silver spoon i had.
You never made allusion
that i am a spoiled child,
never asked me
what I'm running from or hide ,
and never sent me back -
you knew -
i came to you so blank.
I found peace
and for a while, i was at ease -
till i went to tell of you
and those of yours and how they do;
how easy are you to be found in need,
and that you helped me plant a seed .
I told everything to educated men,
they looked at me despising -
most of them .
If they ever sought You,
couldn't find ,
for in the image of the simple
or the suffering to recognize you ,
they were blind.
I went back again to river ,
to the fishermen and herds ,
and they understood me ,
without words.
What i learned out by the river
shared it later on with friends :
how to walk barefoot on thistles,
where to sleep in rain by rivers,
how to read the sparkling stars,
weather forecast by the swallow's flights -
pike on coal
and blackberries to eat,
and for silver spoon,
there is no need.
And i told them how we get lost in the forest
if we do not read the trees -
climbing high at any price
for bitter fortune ,
and for pride we pay the fees.
In the cities, by an artificial life ,
we remain so poor ,
without a fisherman or shepherd friend
by river Tur ….
Years have passed ,
the river stood the time -
pastures are still gre
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