A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes...
and is completely dependent on the fact
that the door of freedom
has to be opened from the outside...
is not a bad picture of Advent.
Belief brings me close to You but only to the door. It is only by disappearing into Your mystery that I will come in.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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