Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Hans Küng

Grab both horns of that uncertainty
And wear it out with your own honesty,
(Like Linus in the pumpkin patch,
Relying on sincerity?)

I still don't know what I'm doing,
Thinking, Believing or just wishing,
But a gentle voice speaks carefully,
Every time I roll eyes at myself.

But gentle and firmer, but fast,
So ideas roll out like an Orontes,
From Tübingen and it's spires,
A hard kernel of a school.

The Rock, The King, The Küng,
All life to the gentleness,
The King on His Day will look at the Küng,
And a Küng may look at a King!

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