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Homeless
" ...that I may live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to look upon the beauty of the Lord, and to worship in His holy house."
When I can see and hear the beauty of the songs and the mass in Taizé, can hear wonderful music, see so wonderful landscapes (like you in Normandy), I feel homeless. I can feel how beautiful it will be, could be in the house of the Lord. Then I cry with this inner voltage(?) between so beautiful and so not yet….
The Lords house is a tent. Very provisoire, always on the road. But he promises and he gives home…
In the Eucharist, there is a prayer (I try to translate) Lord, you has called us to stand before you and to serve you. Once our priest prayed " you has called us...and to play. This gave me the image, that we are like children who play on the ground and the fathermother is looking towards us with plenty of Love...
