Poems, thoughts
Poems of Ildikó Mecséri
Poems of Ildikó Mecséri
Jerusalem: Through Time and Space
What is the secret, the light or the stone?
Beneath ancient streets, in the amber hour?
In the dawn light, among church towers?
Behind the windows of dim houses?
Like an old photograph from my childhood,
A curly-haired child smiles from the past.
Yet I have no memory of when I was two years old.
How can this city be an old photograph,
Calling an eternal memory from my soul?
Like a living postcard from the Eternal,
From the Omnipresent beyond time.
Like a breath-like morning mist,
Invisibly locked in the soul.
The sadness of the Lord can be experienced.
Why is man's tenacity so ugly?
He constantly exchanges silver for sin,
With outstretched arms he forsakes the good.
When instead of a closed fist, an open palm,
ready to receive the gift of the Spirit,
Jerusalem is ready to celebrate:
all the same will become the whole in the end.
One drop of rain
It was just a drop, tiny, insignificant, yet infinity fitted in it.
A small beetle quench its thirst, then flies through the trees grafting fruit.
Your heart is just as tiny and small, but Jesus finds in it a perfect home.
Your smile and act like a raindrop bring comfort to those in need.
And through you, wings grow.
Endless miracles
Life is a fabric to be unraveled,
among its dross there are so many treasures.
Your existence in it changes its shape,
and real and not real invite you to reveal.
Like a thirsty person, searching for its secret,
among the pages of so many books,
to see every petal in a moment,
because the eternal lies in the fleeting.
Attract and repel emotions, feelings
the test of your soul is a hard mortar,
but a thousand questions awaken in you,
revealing the infinite miracle.
In the thousand colorful threads,
love multiplies itself.
Fingerprint
8 billion imprints, the small map of fingers shows a unique version for everyone.
Strange curved lines on the tip of your finger, breaking here and there and running around,
Yours is different, mine is different, our destiny is different, and our path is different.
Yet our goal is the same:
to reach around, to make the place where our lives are moving more beautiful.
Living water
The road was long; life is an uphill climb.
The loads on your back are now leadweight ripe.
Your youthful vigor and self-confident fervor
break on the long run, without perception.
Friends deceive you; the one you trusted leaves you.
You don't even notice that these have also changed you.
Hold on a little and turn onto the narrow path.
A hiking sign indicates, there is a spring nearby.
A shining cross is written here in your heart,
blow the dust off with your deep breath inside.
This hiking sign is the direction of your life.
the only direction that does not lead to death.
Benedictus (Blessed)
A strange path is the path of the soul until you are built up into a spiritual house.
Your path first leads you down. You can’t find yourself among your scraps.of tile.
In mud and fire, one only stumbles blindly,
competes, destroys, and rivals, but cannot find herself, himself in the dark.
At the bottom of your path, when you bow down and all the needlessness falls from your soul, you can fit through the narrow gate. Only then will you pass through the narrow gate.
If you let it, God recreates you from the imperishable seed with blessed hands
by leading you on a path suffused with light.
Knock
Somebody is knocking; can you hear it? Is your heart still open to the sound?
Will your hand open the lock behind the iron bars of your mind?
What can I gain or what can I lose? You ask.
For both questions the answer is the same: everything.
Bridge or judge
Will you be a bridge or a scale? Man, you are free; you can decide freely,
not like the tree branch into which the saw grafts its goal.
Will you be a cross, crying out: nail the miscreant?
Or will you rather be a bridge, helping people cross the land?
When you decide, first decide about yourself. But man, what is your wish?
Poems of Éva Mecséri
Timeless
Beyond time,
beyond the minute,
nice memories
what do they say?
Over the time far behind,
where is your word going now?
The moon tells tales,
as landscape does.
Where you go,
what do you find?
What you lock forever
in your heart.
If you could know
If you could know what I hold in my hand,
If you could know what you see in my eyes,
If you could know where my thoughts fly,
I’m scudding on the wings of flying time.
Am I waiting for the spring or the winter time?
What do the wonders of the seasons say about?
Something about? Why am I so joyful now?
Why is the sky so lovely when the sun shines?
Or the dim light of a raindrop, I can look inside,
what makes me feel so joyful now.
If you could know…
If you could know…
If you could know who holds me in His hand.
If you could know…!
Essence
The point here is,
how the lights run.
Fates, hopes,
if I always hope,
you are by me on my way.
Loving
Who do I love?
What do I love?
If I love,
I beautify.
With my loving heart
I'm building.
You can't say that
You can't say: in no way,
as there will always be a way.
You can't say either way,
as existence is anyway.
You can't say soever
if you perceive your fault.
If you stand there aimlessly,
you can't say you can wait.
What we don't know
you can't say.
But you can learn,
if you want.
It's up to you
What’s up to me,
is up to you.
Get on it!
Let’s go!
The responsibility
is up to us.
All in one
There comes a time for everything
the wheel of time goes around.
A flowing stream of minutes in our hands,
keeps moving forward.
There comes a time for everything
the start of hope and danger.
Passing time, in the light of truth,
it's all already written there,
and do you go back to the future?
Poems for kids:
Harmony
The field is vibrating,
A cloud on the wing of the wind,
A sun-warm breeze
that sheds flowers .
A month that breaks,
A swinging, bouncy
a minute flower bud.
A buzzing, bouncy
a bee attracts,
A hundred full pimply buds,
Curly lough
Once upon a time there was a Curly Lough,
he had a bag on his back.
Curly Lough stood on his head,
because he had his hat on his feet.
Curly Lough ran away, because his hat rolled away. Then the bag, I wonder where he lost it.
They've been looking for it ever since,
where can I find Curly Lough?
Curly Lough has been found!
He jumped on your nose.