Meditation and Wedding Prayer

We're coming - no one knows where from? Are only drops in the sea of life from inexhaustible ground. We're going - nobody knows where? Efforts to earn meager wages in a brotherly bond. But don't torment yourself, O soul, when we love, light and warmth never run dry. You eternal power, which, unknown, embraces the wide world so strongly that no one escapes you.

You also keep us in a tight ring. Who is so poor, so very mean, that does not gain his share? From the distance eternal stars stream down to us from over there power to suffer and to love. We look into the universe of the wondrous world, we are placed in a dream. And don't know how to interpret it, from dawn to dusk.

And soon the bell ringer Death will come to ring in the night's rest. hurt and delights quickly evaporated. Nothing remained but the consolation that we lived to love.

Your Wedding at The Dolder Grand Hotel

And no tongue speaks more drunkenly of the Holy Spirit. Poetry, the pious child, has timidly left us. The sky seems dull and gray to us, and the sun and moon have faded. Those who looked big and built big, they slumber in the coffins. On their graves we crawl as a race of dwarves. Nothing was left to us but the worst art of doubting and judging.

And when a giant rises, so does he in destruction. You are brooding and would like to solve the great riddle, from which deeply hidden source the stream of evil flows. You busily rush back and forth to pile wust after wust. And thinks with your witty advice to storm the sky.

But see, only a thunderbolt, only a lightning flame. And your wisdom Pelion and Ossa collapse. But I say to you: Truly, it will not be different until you lift your eyes up from the dust of the earth to heaven. Until you meet the spirit of love, the great conqueror. Humbly open your heart and become like children.

Because where love lives, there an eternal spring has begun, there all forests are green and all fountains are murmuring. You reveal what is hidden from the view of the intelligent world. In the gloomy twilight she already sees the rosy-red morning, the roaring becomes her music, the swarming dance becomes a dancing crowd, cheering with joy her song rises up into the sky on wings.

She is a child and yet a hero with undefeated weapons. And because she still believes in miracles, she can create miracles.