我也是一滴血

文/安然

我不是复活节礼拜者，
我不是基督徒，
可那天下午，
我就坐在教堂的前排，
静静地听志愿者讲道。
我有些紧张，
在心中默念着哲人的诗句：
我不属于任何宗教，
我的宗教是爱，
每颗心灵都是我的殿堂，
等待远方的朋友。
那个故乡的春日没有风、
没有雨、
也没有八声巨响,
否则，我也将是沾染在耶稣基督身上的一滴血。


I am a drop of blood too

BY AN RAN

I am not Easter worshiper.
I am not Christian.
But the afternoon of that day
I just sat in the front row church.
Quietly listening to the volunteer sermons.
I was a little nervous.
Meditation the poetry of a sage in my heart:
I belong to no religion.
My religion is Love.
Every heart is my temple.
Then waiting for my guests far away.
That spring day in hometown
There was no wind
No rain
No eight blasts
Otherwise I also would be a drop of blood adhered to Jesus Christ.

I want to say is: Those who gives up humanity already gave up the human faith. pic.twitter.com/wJN9tnWMMF

— 真回安然 ☪️ (@ismaelan) 2019年4月24日