pg.21.10.2019  Disteln am Weg

Disteln am Weg                                                                                                                                                                               schauen mich an.                                                                                                                                                                                Im dürren Gras                                                                                                                                                                                  zwischen Felsen und Stein                                                                                                                                                              leuchtet ihr silberner Stern.

Als Gott den Garten Edens verschloss                                                                                                                                          sandte er Disteln zur Plage ins Feld.                                                                                                                                             Eine Krone aus Dornen                                                                                                                                                                  legten die Menschen                                                                                                                                                                          in ihrer Verblendung                                                                                                                                                                        dem Erlöser aufs Haupt.                                                        

Eine kleine Distel,                                                                                                                                                                         hadernd mit ihrem Geschick                                                                                                                                                          verliess ihre Brüder und Schwestern im Tal.                                                                                                                                 Weinend stieg sie hinauf zum Berg,                                                                                                                                                 wo der Himmel der Klage ist nah.

Harrend auf Gottes Erbarmen                                                                                                                                                       ertrug sie die Kälte der Einsamkeit.                                                                                                                                                  Da fiel ein Stern aus Gottes Kleid                                                                                                                                                     auf ihr verweintes Gesicht.                                                                                                                                                                Nun blüht ein silberner Kranz                                                                                                                                                            als Zeichen der Gnade                                                                                                                                                                     auf ihrem Haar.

 

Gedicht von Rudolf Burger                                                                                                                                                           Hauptstrasse 35                                                                                                                                                                               5736 Burg Aargau