Somebody asked me, “What will be
After this life, what shall I see?
Am I then merely pure essence?
Or does my life still make some sense?
Where is my past, is it all gone?
Or do I still feel what’s my own?
Without my body, who am I?
What really happens when I die?
Who’s got the answers, the reply?”
My friend, now I feel rather shy
Since, indeed, I once was near to death
For some time been sheer out of breath
Before I had a lot of pain
But suddenly there was no chain
To hold me back in this frail body
Which I thought to be only shoddy
I swiftly was pulled all out of me
But still had a body I could see
That body, yet, it felt no aches
Was perfect, weightless, without brakes
The 1970’s: My childhood with God The first ecstatic experience with God – at school
If there was something I really hated in my school days, then it was doing pieces of needlework. Ugh!
On a hot summer day in July I sat sweating and squirming next to my more talented classmates in the attic of our old schoolhouse which was heated up like a sauna. The needle between my fingers slipped more than once over the fabric and the cross stitches I produced were anything but decent. Looking to my friends, I saw that they were almost ready and that their works looked terrific.
Since I have always been a perfectionist, I felt stressed. “Hurry up!” the teacher said, “there are only ten minutes left.”
Silently Susanne prayed, “Please, dear God, help me!”
Alas, nothing extraordinary happened.
I tried everything I could, but I was too slow. Sweating and almost weeping, I startled up as the teacher urged, “Just two minutes to go!”
My second prayer was not as polite as the first one. “Dear God, You MUST help me!!!”
What happened then?
Parc natural de s’Albufera de Mallorca (Photo by Paul Schuberth)
There is a river deep inside Where precious pearls of love abide They wait for you to get them out You’ll be enraptured, have no doubt Approach the shore, leave all behind Be sure that God’s love will be kind To show you what it’s all about And how to dig these gems there out Just go in before fog will rise Since Satan lurks there in disguise And he will tell you, “That’s not true! Do you think this is Heaven’s dew?”
Be captured by sheer flames of Him Who fills His vessels to the brim With burning passion, love, and more And wounds their hearts down to the core Enabling them to embrace love That flows in rivers from above Flooding and sealing those who keep These treasured pearls in their hearts deep Eternal fire might consume Grave, desert, and the barren womb Till Heaven’s gates have opened up And rivers flow to fill the cup With all that makes our life worthwhile With ecstasy beyond the aisle Since there’s no marriage here on earth That could display this union’s worth