There is no reason for believing what lies beyond belief. Believing finds its reason in itself. Faith and Reason are big names. Too often misused to bend wrong to right! But to believe you, makes sense.

Poem for Rwanda

When God left the bed Rwanda on which he lay down to sleep every evening and did not return,

the church doors opened to the fleeing,
the church doors opened to the murdering,
the church doors closed behind them,
and hid a celebration of slaughter from the eye of the world.

The churches were the bed for eternal rest.

But there outside, in the glow of the sinking sun,
Sister Cécile sits on the doorstep of the hut
and with her smile caresses the vacant stares of the children.
Her arms are cradles for a dreamless sleep.

If God returns one day, he’ll sit down beside her and lay his head in her lap. 

(There is an old Rwandan saying: God works all day in other countries and sleeps at night in Rwanda.)

Reason of Faith: A Little Fable

The twelve-hundred-and-sixtieth world peace conference of the animals ended in a disaster, in which the president, a lion, was compelled to resign and leave his post to a glutton.

The lion, by nature a fighter who would not give up believing in Good, withdrew into the desert to begin a hunger strike in protest and to think.

Toward evening a camel approached him, stopping, however, at a respectful distance.
“What brings you here into the wilderness?” he asked him.

Deep in thought, the lion looked up and nodded in greeting.

“Faith,” he replied.

“What kind of  faith?” asked the camel.

“I have been racking my brains over why we animals cannot live in peace with one another, why we cannot succeed in laying aside our struggles for power and unite. Why it keeps getting worse instead of better although we are constantly negotiating. But still! Even if all the signs speak against it, I have faith that a turn for the better is within easy reach. If we were facing the worst possible, I am sure we would at last work together as brothers to survive it.”

The camel shook his head in disbelief.

“Give me just one good reason why I should have faith in that.”

The lion got up.

The camel, eager to hear his answer, forgot all caution and let him draw very close to him.

“And you—give me one good reason why I shouldn’t eat you up on the spot if I don’t have faith in it,” roared the lion, and he walked away.