Blago
Jedno po jedno; lisavao me svega
sto najvise sam ljubila,
ogoljena i praznih ruku;
najdraze igracke zauvijek sam gubila...
Brzim prometnicama ovoga svijeta
placno sam vukla svoje teskoce i muke.
Kad odjednom zacuh Mu glas,
"K meni pruzi svoje prazne ruke!"
Podigoh ruke k nebu,
a On mi toliko dade
svoga bozanskog blaga
da u njih vise ne stade...
I ja konacno shvatih,
sve svoje stare zabune,
pa Bog nije ni MOGAO svoje blago liti
u ruke vec necega pune...
Prijevod: Drina
Treasures
One by one He took them from me,
All the things I valued most,
Until I was empty-handed;
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth's highways, grieving.
In my rags and poverty.
Till I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift your empty hands to Me!"
So I held my hands toward heaven,
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches,
Till they could contain no more.
And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind and dull,
That God COULD not pour His riches
Into hands already full!
Martha Snell Nicholson
Post je objavljen 07.08.2010. u 14:28 sati.