Let me be your wildflower

I felt it in my heart,

One fine morning of spring

Whilst I wished I was somewhere else,

Doing something important in some ways,

I felt that perhaps I could let You in,

For once,

Stay still,

Have the windows wide open

And remember,

What it feels like to have a Father

I can take by the hand and trust

To climb mountains,

To cross rivers,

To climb trees,

And to whisper amongst the branches…

I promise You.

Not to worry so much about these things,

To think only of Your peace,

Or as they would say here, Your justice.

I promise

To be Your wildflower, Lord

Gentle,

And loving,

Swiftly gone

If you will,

Just say the word

Or send Your wind.

I promise

To serve,

And think only of this:

To see them happy,

To get tired

So they may be free.

I promise

To become your refuge,

Your garden of quiet and beauty

So that You may know

That you can rest in me.

Let me be Your wildflower, Lord

And I promise to spend the rest of my days

Alone,

Making you feel in my heart

Like at home. —

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Je veux être ta fleur sauvage

Je l'ai senti,

Par un beau matin de printemps,

Alors que je rêvais d'être ailleurs,

De faire quelque chose d'important;

J'ai senti que peut-être, je pourrais Te laisser entrer,

Pour une fois,

Rester tranquille,

Ouvrir les fenêtres

Et me souvenir

De ce que ça fait d'avoir un Père,

À qui je peux tout confier;

Gravir les montagnes,

Traverser les rivières,

Avoir confiance,

Grimper aux arbres,

Et murmurer entre les branches…

Je Te promets.

De ne plus leur accorder d'importance

À ces choses qui disparaissent,

De ne penser qu'à ta justice,

Ou comme on dirait ici, ta paix.

Je Te promets

D'être ta petite fleur sauvage, mon Père,

Douce,

Aimante,

Disparue en un souffle, si tu le souhaites.

Envoie juste le vent,

Et pour ta gloire,

Je me laisserai disparaître.

Je Te promets

De servir,

Et de ne plus rêver que de ceci :

Les voir heureux, eux,

Les voir libres;

De me fatiguer,

Pour qu'eux se reposent et t'admirent.

Je Te promets

De devenir ton refuge, ton foyer,

Pour que Tu saches qu’en moi,

Tu peux te reposer.

Laisse-moi être ta fleur sauvage,

Et je te promets de consacrer le reste de mes jours

À te faire sentir dans mon cœur

Comme chez toi, Seigneur. —

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I am

I am

As a tree is

At sunset,

A golden stream.

In the depths of doubt

A rock without shield

I am

The space in between

A warrior in spirit

A thousand years-old

An ever looking soul

I am

Only to be found

In the quiet and the now

And when I look for myself

In pain, hurry or blind

I know that coming back

To where I stand now,

Forever more

I am who I am. —

Exodus 3:14

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The sound of life

I’ve walked alone

Far

And far

Down many roads.

Until I found a place

Where I could long

For silence.

Little did I know

That silence wasn’t there.

Wherever I went

It never came.

But I did hear

The sound of life

Roaming the field

Like a newborn

Breathe

At last.

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How strange

How strange

To come back to a place

Where your roots grew

But never set,

Where your soul lies

But never rests.

How strange

To come back to a place

Where no one can

Call you by name,

Where people laugh

But never change.

How strange

To come back to a place

Where you belong

But never stayed.

Is it my place ?

I cannot say.

From memories,

One sings

And laughs, and hurts

Sometimes

But to come back...

To come back

Is to open your favourite book

Where its pages were torn. —

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