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The sky

Falling Sky

A large samurai had over the years in countless wars already won many battles for his master. But he lost his first fight. Insulted, full of anger against himself and the rest of the world, he wanted to give his now worthless life to an end. He rode along the dusty road, musing about how He is now at the cruellest and most obvious would carry into the afterlife.

was suddenly before him on the road a little sparrow on the back and stretched out his two feet into the sky.

The Samurai, disturbed in his mind, stopped and shouted at a pudding: "Get out of my way, you worthless fowl" The sparrow, however, said quite boldly: "No, I will not do I have to do a great job.." The samurai, very surprised and amazed about the increased self-conscious response of the Sparrow, from his horse on, bent down to the sparrow and said, "Tell me what's so important that you give me clear the way will not?" "Oh," said the Sparrow, "they told me that today the sky is falling on the ground, and as I was now to catch him with my feet." heard

As this is the samurai, because he started laughing and almost could not stop. And he called snorting:

"What do you want with your skinny little legs Federknäuelchen catch the sky?" The little sparrow replied calmly and clearly, "Well, you do what you can!"

>>>>>> > < <<<<<< "I do not know exactly. But it is certainly much brighter than be here. be And maybe we run around and eat with your mouth?"

"What nonsense! Walking around that's impossible. And eat with your mouth, a ridiculous idea. There is but the umbilical cord that feeds us. Furthermore, it is walking around do not, the umbilical cord is yes now far too short. "

"But it's for sure. It is just everything else just a bit."

"It's never come back from a 'after the birth'. With the birth, life is over. And life is a cruelty and dark .. "




" Even if I do not really know what life is like after the birth, at least we will see our mother and she will care for us. "

"Mother? You believe in a mother? Where is she, please? "

" Well here, all over the place around us. We who live in it and through it. Without it we can not be! "

" Rubbish! From a Mom I never noticed anything, so there they are not. "

" However, sometimes when we are very quiet, you can hear them sing. Or feel when our world ...." strokes

(by Henry Nouwen)

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