tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26308072653649722242024-03-28T12:00:31.573+01:00Miettes de Carême40 méditations bibliques et poétiques pour cheminer vers PâquesEtienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.comBlogger358125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-5719717082643166132024-03-28T12:00:00.051+01:002024-03-28T12:00:00.135+01:0044 - Semaine Sainte - Jeudi<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Un certain Simon, de Cyrène, le père d'Alexandre et de Rufus,</i></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>passait par là alors qu'il revenait des champs.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Les soldats l'obligèrent à porter la croix de Jésus.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 15, 21</i></div></i><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Passer par là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>vie quotidienne<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>chemin du hasard</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Passer par là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sans attente<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le matin, à midi ou le soir</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Passer par là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme d'habitude<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>même sous le cagnard</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Passer par là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>et soudain<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>se trouver au rendez-vous</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Passer par là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>et participer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à un instant des plus fous</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Passer par là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>pour aider Jésus<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à se remettre debout</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Dans nos vies<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>bien programmées</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Dans nos agendas<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sans plage vide</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Le Souffle<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>trouve toujours<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le moyen de passer</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Oserai-je<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>me laisser sortir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de ma chrysalide ?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-5156546318805950132024-03-27T12:00:00.051+01:002024-03-27T12:00:00.235+01:0043. Sacre<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Les soldats revêtent Jésus de pourpre</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>et ils lui mettent sur la tête une couronne d’épines qu’ils ont tressée.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 15,17</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">L'intensité d'une douleur</div><div style="text-align: center;">confondue</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans l'intense d'une couleur</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ton règne est reconnu</div><div style="text-align: center;">et ton Royaume s'avance</div><div style="text-align: center;">la couronne est prête</div><div style="text-align: center;">tes sujets s'inquiètent</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">es-tu vraiment Roi</div><div style="text-align: center;">sage et puissant</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans l'élection divine</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce vraiment toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">le Messie attendu</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour accomplir la Loi </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Regarde ton peuple</div><div style="text-align: center;">il t'exprime son hommage</div><div style="text-align: center;">son mépris de ta voie de tendresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">sa peur de ta voix de sagesse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">il te couronne</div><div style="text-align: center;">rit de ton trône</div><div style="text-align: center;">et salue ta personne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ne sois pas trop Christ</div><div style="text-align: center;">et couve ton pardon</div><div style="text-align: center;">ne sois pas trop triste</div><div style="text-align: center;">et endure cet affront</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">au-delà des moqueries</div><div style="text-align: center;">des coups du déni</div><div style="text-align: center;">nos désirs s'échappent</div><div style="text-align: center;">et notre soif s'affermit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">c'est bien de toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">que le monde a besoin</div><div style="text-align: center;">c'est bien de foi</div><div style="text-align: center;">que la paix se nourrit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alors porte ta couronne</div><div style="text-align: center;">ton pourpre splendide</div><div style="text-align: center;">ta majesté tranquille</div><div style="text-align: center;">bientôt nous délivre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-60456405643070259602024-03-26T12:00:00.002+01:002024-03-26T12:00:00.264+01:0042. Semaine Sainte - Mardi <p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Alors, Pilate l'interrogea de nouveau : "Ne réponds-tu rien ?</i></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Tu entends combien d'accusations ils portent contre toi !"</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Mais Jésus ne répondit plus rien, de sorte que Pilate était étonné.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Mars 15, 4-5</i></div></i><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À quoi ça sert de parler<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>quand personne n'écoute ?</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À quoi ça sert de montrer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>quand personne ne regarde ?</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a enseigné<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>aux quatre coins de la Galilée<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a répondu aux questions<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a annoncé la Bonne Nouvelle<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a prêché l'Amour</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a guéri et pardonné<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a touché et multiplié<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il a donné et calmé</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>C'est maintenant au silence<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>d'oeuvrer aux confins des consciences<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de laisser les graines s'enraciner<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>dans le terreau des cœurs</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Quand il y a trop<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de bruit et d'agitation<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>seul un retour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à l'immobilité et au silence<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>permet d'entrevoir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>l'éclosion de l'essentiel</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-35006067406140774582024-03-25T12:00:00.109+01:002024-03-25T12:00:00.150+01:0041. Semaine Sainte: Lundi<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Aussitôt un coq chanta pour la seconde fois.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Pierre se souvint de la parole que Jésus lui avait dite :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;">Avant qu'un coq ait chanté deux fois,<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">tu m'auras renié par trois fois.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Alors il se mit à pleurer.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 14,72 </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est</div><div style="text-align: center;">et moi je le pense</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J'entrevois sa grandeur</div><div style="text-align: center;">la portée de sa main</div><div style="text-align: center;">le poids de son bras</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">quand mes synapses frissonnent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa Parole résonne <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">je connecte l'infini à l'infime</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'éternel au soupir</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">tout est simple et sublime</div><div style="text-align: center;">Père, Fils ou Esprit</div><div style="text-align: center;">tout tient dans ma tête</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est poussin en coquille</div><div style="text-align: center;">quand je pense trop à Lui</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">* <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mais le coq chante</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'oeuf se fissure</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est trop grand</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour une forme parfaite</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est</div><div style="text-align: center;">et moi je le chante</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je contemple sa beauté</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'étendue de ses oeuvres</div><div style="text-align: center;">ses promesses à venir</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quand mon coeur frissonne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa Parole m'enveloppe</div><div style="text-align: center;">je trouve la paix dans l'ivresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">et le bonheur dans la nuit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tout est simple et intime</div><div style="text-align: center;">Père, Fils ou Esprit</div><div style="text-align: center;">tout tient dans mon coeur</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est dans l'envol du cygne</div><div style="text-align: center;">quand je le chante jour et nuit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mais le coq aussi chante</div><div style="text-align: center;">et le vol se disperse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est trop proche</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour n'être que poésie<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est</div><div style="text-align: center;">et moi je le pleure</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je relis son histoire</div><div style="text-align: center;">la profondeur de son cri</div><div style="text-align: center;">la largeur de sa joie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quand mon âme frissonne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa Parole me réveille</div><div style="text-align: center;">Je trouve dans ses larmes</div><div style="text-align: center;">tout ce qui parle de Lui</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tout est simple et fini</div><div style="text-align: center;">Père, Fils ou Esprit</div><div style="text-align: center;">tout me révèle le Messie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dieu est Dieu</div><div style="text-align: center;">et Jésus</div><div style="text-align: center;">mon ami<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-29075576369711639052024-03-24T12:00:00.000+01:002024-03-24T12:58:03.269+01:0040. Bêtise humaine<p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Les chefs des prêtres et tout le Conseil supérieur</i></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>cherchaient une accusation contre Jésus</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>pour le condamner à mort, mais ils n'en trouvaient pas.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 14, 55</i></div></i><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Triste humanité<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui cherche une raison<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>pour tuer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>au lieu de chercher<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à pardonner<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>réconcilier<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comprendre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sauver</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span></span>Comme l'on ne peut empêcher<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span> </span>le soleil de se lever<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span>l'oiseau de chanter<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le printemps de rayonner</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>On ne peut empêcher<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>ton cœur d'espérer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> au Vivant</span> ressuscité </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-72389526835249224932024-03-23T12:00:00.048+01:002024-03-23T12:00:00.136+01:0039. à travers le judas<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Dès que Judas arriva,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>il s'approcha de Jésus et lui dit :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>« Rabbi ! »</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Et il l'embrassa.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 14,45</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Le vent frappe à ma porte</div><div style="text-align: center;">tel l'inconnu insistant</div><div style="text-align: center;">j'entrouve mes paupières</div><div style="text-align: center;">et glisse mon regard</div><div style="text-align: center;">à travers le judas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">c'est l'entre saison</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'instable climat</div><div style="text-align: center;">un peu chaud</div><div style="text-align: center;"> un peu froid</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais jamais confortable</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il m'appelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">me siffle dans le coeur</div><div style="text-align: center;">de céder l'intérieur</div><div style="text-align: center;">si douillet et tranquille</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour le dehors en veille</div><div style="text-align: center;">bientôt innondé de ses feuilles</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">je sors et surprise</div><div style="text-align: center;">je me prends à rêver</div><div style="text-align: center;">ma pensée s'accroche</div><div style="text-align: center;">au chant de l'oiseau</div><div style="text-align: center;">et d'un coup la vie</div><div style="text-align: center;">m'embrasse et me glace</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu es si fidèle</div><div style="text-align: center;">et pourtant si traître</div><div style="text-align: center;">chère entre saison</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans tes beaux apparats</div><div style="text-align: center;">je consens à remettre</div><div style="text-align: center;">mon bonnet et ma veste</div><div style="text-align: center;">même si tu me promet</div><div style="text-align: center;">la fin des frimas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">je rentre et je vois</div><div style="text-align: center;">à travers le judas</div><div style="text-align: center;">que mon intérieur</div><div style="text-align: center;">est toujours aussi proche</div><div style="text-align: center;">que la Voix au-delà</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">je choisirai mon maître</div><div style="text-align: center;">lorsqu'au ciel infini</div><div style="text-align: center;">les bourgeons cèderont</div><div style="text-align: center;">leur sève endormie<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-19426074678358388882024-03-22T12:00:00.000+01:002024-03-22T12:00:00.132+01:0038. Somnolance<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Puis il revint auprès de ses disciples et les trouva endormis ;</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>ils ne pouvaient pas garder les yeux ouverts.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Et ils ne savaient pas que lui dire.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 14, 40</i></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Parfois<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>ma foi<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>s'endort</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Parfois<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>mes convictions<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>s'assoupissent</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Parfois<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>je suis là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sans être là<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>accaparé par un écran<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>ou perdu dans mes pensées</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Celui qui marche<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>m'encourage<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à cheminer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sans cesse</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À cultiver<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>cette graine de moutarde</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À veiller<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>même pendant mon sommeil<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à son enracinement</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À savoir me reposer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>entre les mains<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>du Jardinier</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À résister<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à l'acédie sucrée<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>et séduisante<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>du monde</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> À<span> sortir<br /></span></span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de la somnolence<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> de la décadence</span><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>pour rester et demeurer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>vivant auprès du Vivant</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-4952629257755926872024-03-21T12:00:00.124+01:002024-03-21T12:00:00.137+01:0037. Etape dans la nuit<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus alla un peu plus loin ;</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>il tombait à terre et priait pour que,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>si c'était possible,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>cette heure de souffrance passe loin de lui.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 14,35</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fils de Dieu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu étais déjà là</div><div style="text-align: center;">blotti dans le désir de Dieu</div><div style="text-align: center;">lorsqu'il créa la lumière</div><div style="text-align: center;">la terre et les cieux</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maintenant</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu vas un peu plus loin</div><div style="text-align: center;">même si mon sommeil me retient</div><div style="text-align: center;">même si ton appel me revient</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu es toujours un peu plus loin</div><div style="text-align: center;">en avance sur mes peurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">mes doutes et erreurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">et tu m'attends</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">le Fils de Dieu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fils de Dieu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toi qui vint sur terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans la crèche et l'histoire</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans le commun d'une mangeoire</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maintenant</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu tombes</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu trébuches</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu encoubles</div><div style="text-align: center;">sous le poids du silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">du mépris</div><div style="text-align: center;">des violences</div><div style="text-align: center;">de ces hommes</div><div style="text-align: center;">de ces femmes</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tu aimes sans mesure</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais que le confort éteint</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'injustice est cruelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais bien plus minable</div><div style="text-align: center;">que ta voix qui dit "aime!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toi que les mages</div><div style="text-align: center;">adorèrent en l'étable</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toi que les foules</div><div style="text-align: center;">trouvaient si formidable <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">le Fils de Dieu</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fils de Dieu<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tu signais ton passage</div><div style="text-align: center;">par prodiges et miracles</div><div style="text-align: center;">rien n'était impossible</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour ton désir de vie</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maintenant</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu pries</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour quitter cette route</div><div style="text-align: center;">prendre l'itinéraire bis</div><div style="text-align: center;">sans passer par la croix</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais ton cœur démoli</div><div style="text-align: center;">ne bat que pour Ton Père</div><div style="text-align: center;">et sa gloire éternelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">transpire par tout tes choix</div><div style="text-align: center;">alors tu restes à terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">toujours en avance</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu puises dans tes larmes</div><div style="text-align: center;">la puissance de ta foi</div><div style="text-align: center;">bientôt vient le jour</div><div style="text-align: center;">au milieu de la nuit</div><div style="text-align: center;">où la lumière triomphe</div><div style="text-align: center;">des ténèbres et des cris</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">le Fils de Dieu<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-89039501409114733762024-03-20T12:00:00.000+01:002024-03-20T12:00:00.148+01:0036. Promesse<p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus dit à ses disciples : Vous allez tous m'abandonner, car on lit dans les Ecritures :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Je tuerai le berger, et les moutons partiront de tous côtés.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Mais, ajouta Jésus, quand je serai de nouveau vivant, j'irai vous attendre en Galilée.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 14, 27-28</i></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Avant même<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>l'abandon<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>la rupture<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le deuil</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>La promesse<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>déjà<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>des retrouvailles</p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>~</p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Le pire est à venir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le ciel s'obscurcit<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>mais lui voit déjà<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>la prochaine éclaircie</p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>~</p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'équipe<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui a tant marché<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>va se fracturer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>et s'éparpiller<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>en perdant<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>son maître</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'équipe<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui a tant marché<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>va se reformer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>une fois que la tempête<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>aura tout arraché<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sauf les racines<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>des retrouvailles</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-59241210378305385802024-03-19T12:00:00.085+01:002024-03-19T12:00:00.138+01:0035. Quelques grains au tombeau<div style="text-align: right;"><i>En vérité, je vous le déclare,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>jamais plus je ne boirai du fruit de la vigne jusqu’au jour où</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>je le boirai, nouveau,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>dans le Royaume de Dieu.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 14,25 </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Entre la trahison d'un compère</div><div style="text-align: center;">et la Passion imminente</div><div style="text-align: center;">le vin lui aussi</div><div style="text-align: center;">se pare d'arrière-goût amer</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il a semé tant de grains</div><div style="text-align: center;">sur la rocaille et les ronces</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il a été le greffon</div><div style="text-align: center;">sur le cep d'Israël <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maintenant c'est vendange</div><div style="text-align: center;">faisant fi des saisons</div><div style="text-align: center;">son fruit pourtant mûr</div><div style="text-align: center;">avait tant répandu</div><div style="text-align: center;">de parfum de grand prix</div><div style="text-align: center;">de douceur et de vie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il parlait d'amour</div><div style="text-align: center;">de tendresse et d'audace</div><div style="text-align: center;">il descellait l'habitude</div><div style="text-align: center;">quitte à sortir de leur gonds</div><div style="text-align: center;">les âmes trop tenaces</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">C'est foulés aux pieds</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans la poussière et l'offense</div><div style="text-align: center;">que son nectar fragile</div><div style="text-align: center;">poursuit sa mission</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il endure toute violence</div><div style="text-align: center;">en nourrit son pardon</div><div style="text-align: center;">bientôt il ne restera plus</div><div style="text-align: center;">que son sang sur la terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">et quelques promesses dans sa voix</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pourtant il célèbre</div><div style="text-align: center;">ne retient ni sa peur ni sa joie</div><div style="text-align: center;">si l'heure est sombre et finale</div><div style="text-align: center;">et qu'elle mène au tonneau</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Il concentre toute sa sève</div><div style="text-align: center;">et hurle à la croix</div><div style="text-align: center;">un lendemain se lève</div><div style="text-align: center;">Béni soit le vin roi<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-84539262374592747522024-03-18T12:00:00.001+01:002024-03-18T12:00:00.138+01:0034. Arrière-goût<p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Jésus leur répondit : c'est l'un d'entre vous, les douze,</div><div style="text-align: right;">quelqu'un qui trempe avec moi son pain dans le plat.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Marc 14, 20</div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Le pain de vie<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>a un arrière-goût<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de mort</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Ce repas<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui rassemble<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>va ouvrir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>des chemins<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui séparent</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Pour éveiller<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>les consciences<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>et laisser planer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le mystère<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le poète de Galilée<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>met le pied<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>dans le plat</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>C'est sa manière<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>à lui<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de poursuivre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sa marche<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span></span></span>en ne laissant personne<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>indifférent</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-39955379253919290912024-03-17T12:00:00.088+01:002024-03-17T12:00:00.134+01:0033. Préparatifs et mission<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Et le maître de la maison vous montrera une grande chambre haute,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>meublée et toute prête:</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>c'est là que vous nous préparerez la Pâque.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 14,15 </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La ville encombre</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'espace de ses routes</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'immense s'y égoutte</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J'y suis un ermite</div><div style="text-align: center;">assoiffé de silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans les méandres d'asphalte</div><div style="text-align: center;">de lumière</div><div style="text-align: center;">et des restes de colère</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Voici l'adresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'endroit attendu</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans ma quête d'absolu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J'y suis un oiseau</div><div style="text-align: center;">à la mélodie douce</div><div style="text-align: center;">le chant s'envole et répond<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">à l'invasion du vacarme</div><div style="text-align: center;">le refrain si fragile</div><div style="text-align: center;">ouvre toutes les fenêtres <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Voici la maison</div><div style="text-align: center;">elle murmure au quartier</div><div style="text-align: center;">une façade de lierre</div><div style="text-align: center;">et des chambres de prière</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J'y suis le nomade</div><div style="text-align: center;">sans attente de repos</div><div style="text-align: center;">sans peur de l'alarme</div><div style="text-align: center;">descendant d'Abraham</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Et voici la chambre</div><div style="text-align: center;">haute et tranquille</div><div style="text-align: center;">juste au-dessus</div><div style="text-align: center;">de la brume du demain</div><div style="text-align: center;">et du poids de l'ancien</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J'y suis disciple</div><div style="text-align: center;">sur les meubles fournis</div><div style="text-align: center;">j'assieds mon écoute</div><div style="text-align: center;">sous le tapis généreux</div><div style="text-align: center;">la poussière de mes doutes</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Parle Maître</div><div style="text-align: center;">rejoins-moi sur ma route</div><div style="text-align: center;">de la ville à l'adresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">envoie moi ta tendresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">jusqu'à la maison</div><div style="text-align: center;">débute ta moisson</div><div style="text-align: center;">et dans la chambre haute</div><div style="text-align: center;">fais de moi ton apôtre<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-49551953236177112062024-03-15T12:00:00.001+01:002024-03-15T12:00:00.131+01:0031. Question d'échelle<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus s'assit dans le temple en face de la salle du trésor,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>et il regardait comment les gens y déposaient de l'argent.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>De nombreux riches donnaient beaucoup d'argent.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Une veuve pauvre arriva et mit deux petites pièces de monnaie.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 12,41-42</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Parfois le peu</div><div style="text-align: center;">est frère du beaucoup</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'énorme voisine</div><div style="text-align: center;">avec l'insignifiant<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dans la pluie printanière</div><div style="text-align: center;">le volume vertical</div><div style="text-align: center;">pèse moins lourd que la goutte</div><div style="text-align: center;">qui s'échappe et me calme</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Parfois le peu</div><div style="text-align: center;">est frère du beaucoup</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'énorme voisine</div>avec l'insignifiant <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dans la verdure des champs</div><div style="text-align: center;">les brins d'herbe innombrables</div><div style="text-align: center;">garnissent tout au plus</div><div style="text-align: center;"> l'épi qui me chatouille</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Parfois le peu</div><div style="text-align: center;">est frère du beaucoup</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'énorme voisine</div>avec l'insignifiant</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">dans le vacarme des jours</div><div style="text-align: center;">les nouvelles</div><div style="text-align: center;">tristes et lointaines</div><div style="text-align: center;">cèdent leur voix</div><div style="text-align: center;">à l'enfant qui m'éveille <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Parfois le peu</div><div style="text-align: center;">est frère du beaucoup</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'énorme voisine</div>avec l'insignifiant</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">dans l'espérance infinie</div><div style="text-align: center;">d'un demain plus radieux</div><div style="text-align: center;">la main tendue</div><div style="text-align: center;">de l'ami retrouvé</div><div style="text-align: center;">chasse brume et angoisse</div><div style="text-align: center;">bien plus vite que mes mots</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Parfois le peu</div><div style="text-align: center;">est frère du beaucoup</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'énorme voisine</div>avec l'insignifiant <br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-74871505181591328822024-03-14T12:00:00.001+01:002024-03-14T12:00:00.452+01:0030. L'amour<p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Chacun doit donc aimer Dieu de tout son coeur,</i></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>de toute son intelligence et de toute sa force;</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>et il doit aimer son prochain comme lui-même.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Cela vaut beaucoup mieux que de présenter à Dieu</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>toutes sortes d'offrandes et de sacrifices d'animaux.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 12, 33</i></div></i><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'amour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme boussole</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'amour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme itinéraire</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'amour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme trésor</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> L'amour<br /></span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> comme réponse</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> L'amour<br /></span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> comme prière</span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> L'amour<br /></span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme habitation</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'amour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme respiration<br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> L'amour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> comme source</span><br /></span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'amour<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>comme tout</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>L'amour</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-24354989383665880582024-03-13T12:00:00.029+01:002024-03-13T12:00:00.142+01:0029. Excès <div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus leur dit :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Rendez à César ce qui est à César et à Dieu ce qui est à Dieu.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Et ils s'étonnaient beaucoup à son sujet.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 12,17</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Je rends à la terre son soleil</div><div style="text-align: center;">et au ciel, j'abandonne mon sommeil</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je rends à la terre mon ivresse</div><div style="text-align: center;">et au ciel, j'accroche une tendresse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je rends à la terre l'épluchure</div><div style="text-align: center;">et au ciel, je laisse un odeur de friture</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je rends à la terre ma constance</div><div style="text-align: center;">et au ciel, j'affranchis mon errance</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Je rends à la terre un hommage</div><div style="text-align: center;">et au ciel, je salue tout partage<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-65594148992623267092024-03-12T12:00:00.002+01:002024-03-12T12:00:00.133+01:0028. L'amour<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Le seul homme qui restait au propriétaire était son fils bien-aimé.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Il le leur envoya en dernier, car il pensait:</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Ils auront du respect pour mon fils.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 12, 6</i></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Malgré<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>les répétitions<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>les monstruosités<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>l'entêtement général</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>La seule réponse<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le seul chemin<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>l'amour</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Car qui d'autre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>que lui<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>suscite la vie</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui d'autre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>que lui<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>fait éclore la paix<br /><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui d'autre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>que lui<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>fait circuler l'espérance</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-36769511661645568342024-03-11T12:00:00.055+01:002024-03-11T12:00:00.138+01:0027. Interview<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus leur répondit : </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Je vais vous poser une seule question ; </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>répondez-moi, </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>et je vous dirai de quelle autorité je fais cela.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 11,29</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Es-tu là</div><div style="text-align: center;">visage de l'Eternel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce que ton regard balaie encore la terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">fait-il encore frissonner les rivières</div><div style="text-align: center;">et danser les prophètes?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Es-tu là</div><div style="text-align: center;">ermite éternel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce que tu cherches encore en moi</div><div style="text-align: center;">en l'autre et en toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">cette humanité fébrile</div><div style="text-align: center;">si souvent généreuse</div><div style="text-align: center;">de t'offrir son revers</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Es-tu là</div><div style="text-align: center;">Parole éternelle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">es-tu enfin fourbue</div><div style="text-align: center;">de fournir des questions</div><div style="text-align: center;">aux âmes si fidèles</div><div style="text-align: center;">à leur régime de réponses</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Es-tu là</div><div style="text-align: center;">autorité éternelle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce que tu présides encore</div><div style="text-align: center;">au chant des oiseaux</div><div style="text-align: center;">à l'éveil de la sève</div><div style="text-align: center;">et aux lasures du ciel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Es-tu là</div><div style="text-align: center;">silence éternel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce ton murmure dans le fond de mon cœur</div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce ta présence dans l'ivresse de mes pleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Es-tu là</div><div style="text-align: center;">inconnu éternel</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">est-ce qu'on jour enfin</div><div style="text-align: center;">je saurai</div><div style="text-align: center;">retourner ce miroir <br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-26268703456024533232024-03-10T12:00:00.001+01:002024-03-10T12:00:00.149+01:0026. Foi essentielle<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus dit alors à ses disciples :</i></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Je vous le déclare, c'est la vérité :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Ayez foi en Dieu !</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 11, 22</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Ne pas y aller<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>par quatre chemins</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Ne pas cogiter<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sans lendemain</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Simplement vivre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>entre Ses mains</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>La foi au cœur<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>rayonnement divin</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-41361649215521089052024-03-09T12:00:00.049+01:002024-03-09T12:00:00.151+01:0025. Diffusion<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Les chefs des prêtres et les spécialistes des Écritures apprirent cela</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>et ils cherchaient comment faire mourir Jésus ;</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>en effet, ils avaient peur de lui,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>parce que toute la foule était impressionnée par son enseignement.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Marc 11,18</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">La pierre tombe</div><div style="text-align: center;">dérape de son sol</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">elle plonge</div><div style="text-align: center;">elle descend</div><div style="text-align: center;">elle se fait bémol</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">L'instant s'arrête</div><div style="text-align: center;">silence et retenue</div><div style="text-align: center;">le souffle s'apaise</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">l'ondée frissonne</div><div style="text-align: center;">au contact minéral</div><div style="text-align: center;">de la masse enfuie de sa terre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Puis le choc</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'entrée dans l'humide</div><div style="text-align: center;">au-delà du miroir</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Juste un plouf</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">le fluide gravit l'air</div><div style="text-align: center;">devient mont</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour avaler la chute</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">le caillou englouti</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans son lourd clapotis</div><div style="text-align: center;">niche à nouveau</div><div style="text-align: center;">sur un le sol tranquille</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">À la surface</div><div style="text-align: center;">sur l'eau immense</div><div style="text-align: center;">quelques cercles se promènent</div><div style="text-align: center;">telle une parole qui surgit</div><div style="text-align: center;">dans une foule intense<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-47501948879452870652024-03-08T12:00:00.001+01:002024-03-08T12:00:00.135+01:0024. Contemplation<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Jésus entra dans Jérusalem et se rendit dans le temple.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Après avoir tout regardé autour de lui,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>il partit pour Béthanie avec les douze disciples,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>car il était déjà tard.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Marc 11, 11</i></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Il ne dit pas<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le moindre mot<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>mais il contemple<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>tout ce qu'il y a<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>autour de lui</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Mettre de côté<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>le besoin<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de commenter<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de juger<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de s'auto-satisfaire</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Simplement regarder<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>et laisser le silence<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>faire son œuvre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>dans le terreau intime</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Peut-être<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>jaillira une larme</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Peut-être<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>naîtra un sourire</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>À coup sûr<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>une émotion galopera</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Accueillir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>recueillir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>cheminer<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>avec Celui<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>qui sème le Printemps</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-27581406891295275362024-03-07T12:00:00.039+01:002024-03-07T12:00:00.137+01:0023. Racines<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Dès lors, le champ d'Éfron, situé à Makpéla, à l'est de Mamré,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>la grotte qui s'y trouve et tous les arbres situés à l'intérieur de ses limites</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>devinrent la propriété d'Abraham.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Tous les Hittites qui étaient venus à la porte de la ville en furent témoins.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Genèse 23,17-18</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Quelque part dans l'immense</div><div style="text-align: center;">une terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">ouverte et patiente <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quelque part sur la terre</div><div style="text-align: center;">un champ</div><div style="text-align: center;">embrassé de sillons <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quelque part sur le champs</div><div style="text-align: center;">des arbres</div><div style="text-align: center;">fidèles à l'instant</div><div style="text-align: center;">et au passé tremblant</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quelque part vers les arbres</div><div style="text-align: center;">une grotte</div><div style="text-align: center;">profonde et ouverte</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Quelque part dans la grotte</div><div style="text-align: center;">une lumière vagabonde</div><div style="text-align: center;">un héritage bien vivant <br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-48661205008747631252024-03-06T12:00:00.003+01:002024-03-06T12:00:00.131+01:0022. L'enfant intérieur<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>L'ange lui ordonna :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Ne porte pas la main sur l'enfant, ne lui fait aucun mal.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Je sais maintenant que tu respectes l'autorité de Dieu,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>puisque tu ne lui as pas refusé ton fils, ton fils unique.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Genèse 22, 12</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Prends soin de l'enfant</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Ne lui lâche pas la main<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>accompagne-le<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de découverte en découverte</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Nourris-toi<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de son émerveillement<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de sa confiance<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de sa capacité à vivre l'instant</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Laisse-lui l'espace<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de grandir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de ressentir<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de créer</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Rigole avec lui<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>accueille ses larmes<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>réconforte ses peurs<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>rêve sans modération</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Accorde-lui du temps<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>remets l'inessentiel à plus tard<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>il t'attend au dedans<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>l'enfant de tous les espoirs</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-54637576503380462602024-03-05T12:00:00.075+01:002024-03-05T12:00:40.356+01:0021. Dominus Providebit<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Abraham répondit :</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>"Mon fils,</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Dieu pourvoira lui-même l'agneau pour l'holocauste."<br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Et ils marchèrent tous deux ensemble.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Genèse 22,8</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Crises et angoisses</div><div style="text-align: center;">rires et grands drames</div><div style="text-align: center;">enthousiasme et vacarme<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Voici mon offrande</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">dans le flot de mes heures</div><div style="text-align: center;">je dépose devant toi</div><div style="text-align: center;">le trop plein d'aujourd'hui</div><div style="text-align: center;">et l'encombrant d'hier</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Accepte mon offrande</div><div style="text-align: center;">mon cri et ma joie</div><div style="text-align: center;">ni souhait ni demande </div><div style="text-align: center;">mais desiderata</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">ce présent est un ordre</div><div style="text-align: center;">pour toi ô grand Roi</div><div style="text-align: center;">allège mon désir</div><div style="text-align: center;">et ce qui lie mon pas</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Enfin je me tiens</div><div style="text-align: center;">sur la tranche de l'espoir</div><div style="text-align: center;">face à tout mes silences</div><div style="text-align: center;">c'est toi qui pourvoiras<br /></div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-46758034028788389192024-03-04T12:00:00.001+01:002024-03-04T12:00:00.137+01:0020. Graine de foi<p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Abraham planta un arbre, un tamaris, à Berchéba</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>et il pria le Dieu éternel en l'appelant Seigneur.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Genèse 21, 33</i></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Planter est un acte de foi</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>On remet à l'autre<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>un potentiel de vie</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>On fait confiance<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>que la graine<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>est déposée<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>dans un lieu propice</p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Ton cœur est une terre<br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>où le Créateur<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>sème lui aussi<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>son amour</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Dans l'espérance<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de l'enracinement<br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>de l'éclosion<br /><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>d</span>u rayonnement</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Renaud Rindlisbacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08473574783206631578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630807265364972224.post-14919986437924876332024-03-03T12:00:00.031+01:002024-03-03T12:00:00.334+01:0019. 3ème Dimanche de Carême<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Dieu fut avec le garçon qui grandit et habita au désert.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>C’était un tireur d’arc.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>- Genèse 21,20</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">D'abord le regard</div><div style="text-align: center;">empli d'audace</div><div style="text-align: center;">et de désir</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">il s'affûte</div><div style="text-align: center;">se concentre</div><div style="text-align: center;">se pose</div><div style="text-align: center;">et se repose</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">il se fixe</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'objectif à portée de son âme</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Puis vient le risque</div><div style="text-align: center;">la tension</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'instant fatidique</div><div style="text-align: center;">où le bras s'arme</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">l'horizon devient tunnel</div><div style="text-align: center;">le bois, un élan</div><div style="text-align: center;">souple et docile</div><div style="text-align: center;">la flèche patiente</div><div style="text-align: center;">veille sur sa cible</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tranquillement</div><div style="text-align: center;">le souffle s'échappe</div><div style="text-align: center;">la chair s'oriente</div><div style="text-align: center;">entre statue et plante</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">le coup part</div><div style="text-align: center;">sans regard en arrière</div><div style="text-align: center;">sans doute ni mystère</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">son but est son tout</div>Etienne Guilloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09199416202669133896noreply@blogger.com0