Stoltz
2006-08-23, 22:35
Rätt nyligen fick jag en text av en bekant till mig, som denne skrev för att försöka berätta, på ett någerlunda simpelt sätt, för sin klass varför han inte kunde tro på den gud som många talar för.
Om den är bra för ändamålet eller inte, det låter jag vara osagt, men jag tyckte att han fick någon sorts... tja, stämning i texten som fick mig att vilja lägga ut den här ifall någon mot förmodan skulle vara intresserad, då vi ofta har rätt djupa diskussioner på forumet ;)
Den är tyvärr på engelska.
”Please forgive me, oh father, for I have sinned.”
“Tell me what you have done then, my child” the priest said, sitting calmly on the other side of the fenced window that was closed so that the only thing escaping through the fence was the words from the other side, and a weak silluette from the speaker.
“Father, I have committed one of the histories most coldblooded murder” the oposite side said, the low voice on the brink of failing, but still remained focused. The priest swallowed hard and glanced out through the curtain of the confessional, the words having caught him a lot off guard comprared to the more usual sins he used to hear on a daily basis.
“Murder, my child?” he half-stutterd forth. “You’ve murderd someone?”
“Yes.” came the low voice.
“My child... Who is it that you have killed?”
The person that was trying to confess their sin let out a small sob, before taking a shuddering breath, slowly regaining the focus enough to speak.
“Father... I have killed my soul.”
“Your soul?” the priest echoed, hardly believing his ears. “But my child, how in the world could you kill your own soul?”
“I denied one of gods most beautiful creations, and when I did, I felt how I was slowly thorn apart from within. I had killed my own soul.”
The priests eyes went grim and his features stern. How could anyone dare deny one of gods creations! It was not any human beings place!
“My child...” the priest said, trying to keep his voice calm still. “What was it that you denied, of all gods beauty?”
The voice let out another sob, slowly looking up from its bent position, looking through the small fenced window at the priests silluett.
“...I denied to love.”
The priests eyes immedietely went from stern to disbelieving. His features sank and he looked at the silluett of the confessor, hardly able to feel any anger towards someone who had felt they had to deny the most beautiful thing in the world. But why would anyone do such a thing, the priest asked in his silent thoughts, and as if the person had read them, he or she gave an answer.
“...I fell in love with someone I could not love. I fell in love with someone I could not be granted.”
“Oh my child, was the person you fell in love with promised to another person, or did he or she not share your feelings?” the priest asked with a low whisper, the tension in the air shivering the core of the great church where they both were alone, save gods own prescense.
“Oh, the person I love, loves me a hundred times more then I think anyone has ever loved anyone else, and my love is equal to that if not more! And never would the person be promised to another one, unless it be gods will” the person spoke.
“But child... Why then were you denying the love, and thus killing your soul?” the priest asked, confusion and pity in his voice. The person took a deep long breath, then breathed out, shuddering as he or she spoke.
“My loves’ father would not have it, or so I was told.”
The priest sighed and rested his forehead in his palm – Oh how many young souls had not been denied their love because the parents saw them unworthy of loving anyone but the perfect man or woman.”
“But my child...” the priest suddenly said, a question having risen in his mind. “Did you not speak to your loves’ father yourself?”
“But father, I am not worthy of it, since it is his rules that I follow and thus breaking my soul apart.”
The priest frowned and his expression turned from pity to confusion.
“What do you mean, child?” he asked.
“I mean father, that my loves’ father has chosen beings acting for him to us who are not worthy, never ever speaking to us, as far as I know... I always used to feel his prescense though, and I loved it. But now... I can not feel anything, at all.”
“These chosen that the father sends out...” the priest slowly said, “Are they armed? Is your loves’ father an important man?”
The person gasped and looked a bit surprised.
“But father... he is the most important man in the world. In any world even.” the person said with a low voice, almost whispering it out of fear.
Now the priest really seemed confused and he was swallowing gently, but also he went outraged, that someone would claim that.
“Child... Who is these heretics that palce themselves so high above everyone else and forbid you to love who you simply wish?” the priest managed to get forth, and it was clear that he was upset.
The person on the other side seemed stunned in silence, then slowly began to speak.
“But father... These men are you, and your fellow priests... And you lead gods words to us, and we are not to love anyone of the same sex, for it is a sin, you all say...”
The priest swallowed with sudden surprise and terror, his eyes slowly turning to the small fenced window, trying to see the person on the other side.
“And father... that is why I have denied gods beautiful creation called ‘love’. This is why I haven’t spoken directly to the persons father, for we are all children of god...
This is why my soul is dead, and I have killed it, by following your words.”
Om den är bra för ändamålet eller inte, det låter jag vara osagt, men jag tyckte att han fick någon sorts... tja, stämning i texten som fick mig att vilja lägga ut den här ifall någon mot förmodan skulle vara intresserad, då vi ofta har rätt djupa diskussioner på forumet ;)
Den är tyvärr på engelska.
”Please forgive me, oh father, for I have sinned.”
“Tell me what you have done then, my child” the priest said, sitting calmly on the other side of the fenced window that was closed so that the only thing escaping through the fence was the words from the other side, and a weak silluette from the speaker.
“Father, I have committed one of the histories most coldblooded murder” the oposite side said, the low voice on the brink of failing, but still remained focused. The priest swallowed hard and glanced out through the curtain of the confessional, the words having caught him a lot off guard comprared to the more usual sins he used to hear on a daily basis.
“Murder, my child?” he half-stutterd forth. “You’ve murderd someone?”
“Yes.” came the low voice.
“My child... Who is it that you have killed?”
The person that was trying to confess their sin let out a small sob, before taking a shuddering breath, slowly regaining the focus enough to speak.
“Father... I have killed my soul.”
“Your soul?” the priest echoed, hardly believing his ears. “But my child, how in the world could you kill your own soul?”
“I denied one of gods most beautiful creations, and when I did, I felt how I was slowly thorn apart from within. I had killed my own soul.”
The priests eyes went grim and his features stern. How could anyone dare deny one of gods creations! It was not any human beings place!
“My child...” the priest said, trying to keep his voice calm still. “What was it that you denied, of all gods beauty?”
The voice let out another sob, slowly looking up from its bent position, looking through the small fenced window at the priests silluett.
“...I denied to love.”
The priests eyes immedietely went from stern to disbelieving. His features sank and he looked at the silluett of the confessor, hardly able to feel any anger towards someone who had felt they had to deny the most beautiful thing in the world. But why would anyone do such a thing, the priest asked in his silent thoughts, and as if the person had read them, he or she gave an answer.
“...I fell in love with someone I could not love. I fell in love with someone I could not be granted.”
“Oh my child, was the person you fell in love with promised to another person, or did he or she not share your feelings?” the priest asked with a low whisper, the tension in the air shivering the core of the great church where they both were alone, save gods own prescense.
“Oh, the person I love, loves me a hundred times more then I think anyone has ever loved anyone else, and my love is equal to that if not more! And never would the person be promised to another one, unless it be gods will” the person spoke.
“But child... Why then were you denying the love, and thus killing your soul?” the priest asked, confusion and pity in his voice. The person took a deep long breath, then breathed out, shuddering as he or she spoke.
“My loves’ father would not have it, or so I was told.”
The priest sighed and rested his forehead in his palm – Oh how many young souls had not been denied their love because the parents saw them unworthy of loving anyone but the perfect man or woman.”
“But my child...” the priest suddenly said, a question having risen in his mind. “Did you not speak to your loves’ father yourself?”
“But father, I am not worthy of it, since it is his rules that I follow and thus breaking my soul apart.”
The priest frowned and his expression turned from pity to confusion.
“What do you mean, child?” he asked.
“I mean father, that my loves’ father has chosen beings acting for him to us who are not worthy, never ever speaking to us, as far as I know... I always used to feel his prescense though, and I loved it. But now... I can not feel anything, at all.”
“These chosen that the father sends out...” the priest slowly said, “Are they armed? Is your loves’ father an important man?”
The person gasped and looked a bit surprised.
“But father... he is the most important man in the world. In any world even.” the person said with a low voice, almost whispering it out of fear.
Now the priest really seemed confused and he was swallowing gently, but also he went outraged, that someone would claim that.
“Child... Who is these heretics that palce themselves so high above everyone else and forbid you to love who you simply wish?” the priest managed to get forth, and it was clear that he was upset.
The person on the other side seemed stunned in silence, then slowly began to speak.
“But father... These men are you, and your fellow priests... And you lead gods words to us, and we are not to love anyone of the same sex, for it is a sin, you all say...”
The priest swallowed with sudden surprise and terror, his eyes slowly turning to the small fenced window, trying to see the person on the other side.
“And father... that is why I have denied gods beautiful creation called ‘love’. This is why I haven’t spoken directly to the persons father, for we are all children of god...
This is why my soul is dead, and I have killed it, by following your words.”