Mot de evige strande

"Bølgerne ruller mot de evige strande.

Ingen vet hvorfra bølgerne kommer. Vi ser dem stige op etdteds ute i oceanet, og vi hører dem knuses mot strandene.

Men i hver bølge er millioner av sjæle; de glitrer og forsvinder, som morild i mørke nætter.

Naar stormen brøler og bølgekammene krummer hals som vilde heste, kastes de om hverandre i et uendelig mylder - indtil havets ro tar dem alle i favn.

Men nye bølger kommer i jagende flukt.

De er tidehverv i slekternes liv."


(Kræmmer 1925)

The Legend Of The Rainbow

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel; all claimed that they were the best, the most important, the most useful, the favorite.

GREEN said; "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees, leaves...without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."

BLUE interrupted; "You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would be nothing."

YELLOW chuckled; "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."

ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet; "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious...for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes and pawpaws. I don`t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you!"

RED could stand it no longer. He shouted out; "I am the ruler of all of you. - I am blood - Life`s Blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."

PURPLE rose up to his full height. He was very tall and spoke with great pomp; "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me - they listen and obey."

Finally, INDIGO spoke, much more quietly than the others, but with just as much determination; "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace..."

-And so the colors went on boasting each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder.

-Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening - thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak; "You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don`t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me!"

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.

The rain continued; "From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a Sign of Hope for Tomorrow. And so, whenever a Good Rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us Remember to Appreciate One Another..."



(Based on a Native American Legend)

En søyle av stigende sol

Jeg vil være det rolige regn

som faller når min elskede har glemt sin paraply
Jeg vil være den heldige dråpen
som renner langs hennes panne

Jeg vil være den skålen med vann
hun samler i sine hender
Jeg vil tromme mot ruten i rommet
hvor hun skal ligge i natt

Jeg vil være det rolige regn
som ingen er redd å gå ut i
Jeg vil tenne trærnes kroner
og lage dammer til lekende barn

Jeg vil være det rolige regn
som får min elskede til å sove
Så vil jeg stå på skrå gjennom drømmen
som en søyle av stigende sol.



(Lars Saabye Christensen)

Stille sommerregn

Ingen lyd i verden er så god som lyden av stille sommerregn

Det er som om himmelen og luften og jorden har blandet røster

Og resultatet er at det suser en eneste fredelig molltone over hele verden.



(Inger Hagerup)

Jeg velger meg april

Jeg velger meg april
I den det gamle faller
i den det ny får feste
det volder litt rabalder
dog fred er ei det beste
men at man noe vil.

Jeg velger meg april
fordi den stormer, feier
fordi den smiler, smelter
fordi den evner eier
fordi den krefter velter
i den blir somren til.



(Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson)

Vinden frå vest

-Vinden frå vest, denne gamle vind

Kor eg elskar den vinden

Og det grå yret i lufta

Det legg seg kring folk og gras

Det går i eitt med himmelen

Det blir borte på stranda, kor den kvite sjøen slår

Alt skal bli borte, du, eg, skorne vi trør

Og vinden skal blåsa, havet skal duna

Alt skal vera på plass

Eg kjenner kor god han er den tanken

Vi treng ikkje dra nokon stad

Vi er her.


(Tor Obrestad)