A little girl saw a long wooden ladder, with wheels as tall as she was, sitting inside the Cathedral door. Seeing the priest greeting Sunday parishioners nearby, she reached over tugging on the arm of his robe.
Her mother quickly pulled her away and said, “Don’t bother the priest while he is greeting people!”
The priest overhearing what was happening said, “It is quite alright. What would you like to know young lady.”
“Is that the stairway to heaven?” she asked.
“No child, Heaven is much farther away than this ladder could reach. This one is for changing our lightbulbs.”
“Well, where is God?” asked the little girl.
“Oh, Only mouths are we, who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? God is the center of all that exists, both near and far.”
“And, thank you for asking.”
Today at d’Verse, Sanaa introduced a Prosery prompt. It requires a short prose piece, only 144 words, that includes a line from a poem that she has chosen. The line is“Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”
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Photo from the Stasbourg Cathedral: Dwight L. Roth