A quiet way home: Release me, God.

This poem reveals a longing that goes beyond what is expected.
It opens up a space where dying is not just an end, but a path that unfolds and leads homeward.
For me, this poem adds another perspective to the other two texts – the Story of Mrs. G. and the A view of the death of Jesus.
A perspective that expresses a different longing and gives me hope.

Die

Release me, God, release me from time.
It's getting late.
My heart is heavy, so heavy with tiredness.
Be to me like the bright star in the north
and light my way out of this world.

Release me, God, release me from happiness,
I tasted plenty of it.
I want to go home, just back home.
I will leave behind what I did and what frightened me.
and what still keeps me on this earth.

Release me, God, release me from myself as well.
My song has ended.
My whole being longs for nothing but you.
I wrestled with you for the last time,
You dark womb, in which my becoming falls.

Giannina Wedde