Heaven in the Soles of My Feet
Father, Son and Spirit
your name is more than one and three.
You are who you are
and the one who is
always more than the sum of all the numbers.
You are body
impossible to pin down
and at the same time I see you in my neighbor's hand and eyes.
Yes, I feel you in the wind.
You are the forest dove and the pheasant,
the burning bush and the fruit box from Gaza,
you are my surfboard and my ancestors’ rod and staff.
You are the heaven in the soles of my feet
and the one that gives the crust of the earth its smooth layer.
You are the golden plover of paradise.
With your son as captain
and with the winds from the west
we sail off into your lake
against your Himmelbjerg*, heavenly mountain.
*Himmelbjerget (The Sky Mountain) is a 147 meters mountain and is one of the highest points in Denmark.
(by Bishop Elof Westergaard, Denmark; English translation by Kari Veiteberg)