Bits of the Gospel

Not used to pomp and glory, I prefer far greater no-things, to bringing my soul's inclinations, close to the breathe of life. I choose to open up some space, to suit your outstretched arms, Lord. My God! How can one open up, to no-time, no-space, to eternity? Yet, the more I create space, the nearer eternity comes. I choose to widen my space, to welcome your outstretched arms, Lord. Not used to heaps of things, I go for materialess, for then God can fill me, with a breathe of love. I choose to extend my space, to accommodate your outreaching arms, Lord. I am for calmness and peace, because I hear God in there, while before me stand all, who like me have chosen thee. I choose to stretch my space, now to welcome you my Lord. Not used to crack and crag, I will go for silence, I am flooded with stillness, and there I find your being. I choose you my dear Lord, because you have chosen me for your presence.

By and by man is slowly, going away from the sky. Sailing on the wings of the wind, he's nowhere to stop. He rides on and on with pride, because, "Who is God, me to stop?" Seemingly free like a rat freed, from a trap that ensnared. But man, "Quo Vadis?" No one near thee, motionless! All are moving, none is asking, "Whereto are we ending?" Heaven is about freedom, go. Take liberty on your hands, go. To your left, no one, go. To your right, someone, go. At the crossroads, what route? follow your own route, right a head. As you don't forget your point, point of departure. Look back - this is the arrival point, You go just to arrive, the very point of left to leave, Man Quo Vadis?[Where are you going?]