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This poem reveals a longing that goes beyond what is expected. <\/p>\n Release me, God, release me from time. Release me, God, release me from happiness, Release me, God, release me from myself as well. Giannina Wedde<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dieses Gedicht l\u00e4sst eine Sehnsucht aufscheinen, die \u00fcber das Erwartbare hinausgeht. Es \u00f6ffnet einen Raum, in dem Sterben nicht nur Ende ist, sondern ein Weg, der sich l\u00f6st und heimw\u00e4rts f\u00fchrt. F\u00fcr mich f\u00fcgt dieses Gedicht den beiden anderen Texten eine weitere Perspektive hinzu \u2013 der Geschichte von Frau G. und dem Blick auf das […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":10183,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[65],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-nachdenken"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10172","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10172"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10172\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10179,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10172\/revisions\/10179"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10183"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10172"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10172"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gottimalltag.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10172"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt opens up a space where dying is not just an end, but a path that unfolds and leads homeward.
\nFor me, this poem adds another perspective to the other two texts \u2013 the Story of Mrs. G<\/a>. and the A view of the death of Jesus.<\/a>
\nA perspective that expresses a different longing and gives me hope.<\/p>\nDie<\/strong><\/h2>\n
\nIt's getting late.
\nMy heart is heavy, so heavy with tiredness.
\nBe to me like the bright star in the north
\nand light my way out of this world.<\/p>\n
\nI tasted plenty of it.
\nI want to go home, just back home.
\nI will leave behind what I did and what frightened me.
\nand what still keeps me on this earth.<\/p>\n
\nMy song has ended.
\nMy whole being longs for nothing but you.
\nI wrestled with you for the last time,
\nYou dark womb, in which my becoming falls.<\/p>\n