I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was the king of all kings!
My hopes rose high and I thought my evil days were at an end, and I stood for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile, I felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say "Why hast thou to give me?"
Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg ! I was confused and stood undecided and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee.
But how great my surprise when at the day's end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.
(from Br. JeanMarie -Taize)
ahoj, je to hezky, ze tu mas anglicky prispevky a ja jim rozumim, ac jsou tam prvky, ktere se u nas v Cechach neuci ... viz thou, ..., ale ne vsichni tomu asi rozumi i hodne slov je tam tezkych pro normalniho ceskeho uzivatele, jinak zajimave, diky, kdyz to budes chtit ostatnim usnadnit, tak jim to paralelne preloz ... mej se fajn, V.
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