I look deep into the eyes
of the dying sparrow
& for just a moment
I see the naked god
but just like a shooting star
it disappears
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Slightly modified version of a my twitter poetry on prompt #orjay (the naked god)
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December 17, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A little boy not getting his way
expresses rage through a puffed up
grown up.
In his attempt to captivate
he fails to see we see…
his smallness.
The blaze slowly retreats
glory all but fizzles
and his balloon… pops.
Oh… what a moment!
Life is fleeting!
I’ve seen that light go out on several occasions, working in health care and caring for many animals over the years as well. The more sophisticated will probably call me naive or stupid, but I like to believe that the energy which makes all things what they are does not cease but rather goes somewhere else and continues on.
oh heck björn that gave me shivers… but totally get what you mean with it..
… enjoy your traveling…
Lovely Bjorn, that one fleeting moment captured so well.
Oh, this is very sad….I feel for that poor sparrow!
Bjorn, a deceptively simple poem. It actually speaks to the many faces of God – in nature, especially. Caught in the moment, this is superb writing. Peace, Amy
dang…tight…and powerful…in death i often see that naked god…that flash…before it is gone…
what a beautiful captivation!
It is not easy to fear a dying sparrow. If we say anxiety is it, the feeling of God, a vision of a dying being will lend itself, I believe, to compassion with the periodic being feeling fear. So I do not share the enthusiasm for the poem. In the Bible, those few witnessing God most often saw fire. If you see the face of God, the Bible says, you will die.
ELD
Inte bättre, inte sämre:
Eld är bilden av vår Herre.
Himlens bakre, jordens främre:
Inte större, inte värre.
Your words, though few, are often deeply poignant as they are here. Merry Christmas Bjorn.
I thought for sure I had commented on this touching poem..so poignant..Merry Christmas Bjorn..I know you are not around now, just saying