文/麦田守望者

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就这样轻轻的划过时空，

内心有着不寻常的宁静。

回望旧时一切，

此刻更有几分静默。

思想人不过是尘埃，

随风而起，随风而息。 

我惊喜

因微小而轻盈，

因微小而更敏感于风，

叫周遭的人不见尘埃只感受风。

因为风就是神的灵，  

我在他里面，或舞动，或安睡，

轻轻地，以至于无声无息，以至于全然消失...... 

这便是我生命的荣耀了。  

Gently the gospel gathering is gone through space and time, 

leaving an unusual tranquility  in my heart.  

Recalling the past

making this moment more special as my mind sank into silence, 

turning over the thought that men are nothing but dust, 

blown with a gust and settled when it is gone.

But I am surprised to find that a tiny note has the benefit of being light,

and being light, in turn, makes it sensitive to wind. 

Thus no one would see it but  merely feel the wind.

The wind is the spirit of God

and I am within HIM, dancing or sleeping, 

like a mote so light and quiet that I am almost in nonexistence...

And this is actually my life  glory . 

冷眼看,
见人群躁动 ,
光鲜的躯壳里尽是扭曲蜷缩的灵魂. 

我哀叹: 人算什么呢?
我指望: 那大能者的所在.
回去吧. 回到那本初的一掊尘土.
粉碎我吧, 在瞬息间归于他的浩淼无形. 

在父里,
我静默了,
如同他曾无声的凝望.
我又全然舒展, 成为他所铺造的穹宇.
就这样, 渐渐融化, 在他广博的怀中.  

我与父原为一. 

In my detached view

Of this restless crowd

Under these flashy living wrecks,

there are nothing but frizzy and distorted souls.

I morn: what can be called human?

I expect: the existence of  The Almighty

Return! Return to the original dust once held in hands

Smash me! Let me attribute to HIS vast invisible in a flash

Once I am within my FATHER

I am peacefully silent

As quietly as HIS gaze in silence

Again I can fully unfold, making myself as part of the universe HE laid

This way, I melt bit by bit, in HIS wide opened arms

I and FATHER are one

在父面前
我不再作声
因他在来临中脚步轻盈
也不再合眼
我要专心观看他的作为 
他使我的意念沉重不能任性驰骋
他叫我的心思幽深 被他的慈绳爱锁缠裹 

我的灵啊
就在忧患里盼望 在喜乐中清醒

In front of HIM

I muted myself

For HIS steps are light on HIS way here

I dare not close my eyes

For I’d like to concentrate on HIS deeds

HE renders my ideas pure and incapable of galloping at will

HE renders my thoughts deep and serene wrapped tight with HIS love and grace

Oh, my spirit

I am trustful in tribulation and getting sober in  joy