{"id":3235,"date":"2010-11-04T20:10:13","date_gmt":"2010-11-04T19:10:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/?p=3235"},"modified":"2010-11-04T20:11:20","modified_gmt":"2010-11-04T19:11:20","slug":"modlitba-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/?p=3235","title":{"rendered":"Modlitba"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bohuslav Reynek<\/em><\/p>\n

M\u016fj Bo\u017ee,
\nKter\u00fd dechem sv\u00fdm jsi \u017eivot nalil do \u017eil Adamova t\u011bla.
\nKter\u00fd dechem po obloze rozpt\u00fdlil jsi hv\u011bzdy jako na pasece vlhk\u00e9 jahody.
\nDechem vody zahnal do mo\u0159\u00ed a \u0159ek a tvrdou zemi vytvo\u0159il, i zemi, kter\u00e1 n\u011b\u017ena jest a oble\u010dena tr\u00e1vn\u00edky:
\nHle, kterak mlhami jsem spjat a sv\u00edr\u00e1n.
\nKterak v nejistot\u00e1ch bloud\u00edm jak lo\u010f ztroskotan\u00e1.
\nT\u011b\u017ek\u00fd, spoutan\u00fd, na p\u016fd\u011b nejist\u00e9, \u017ee nedovedu zp\u00edvati ni zatan\u010diti ku Tv\u00e9 sl\u00e1v\u011b!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u00d3 Pane, cht\u011bj.
\nA mlhy odpluj\u00ed a sraz\u00ed se a budu \u010dist a jasn\u00fd jako z jitra topol pln\u00fd rosy, kter\u00fd ho\u0159\u00ed sv\u00edcnem storamenn\u00fdm ze zlata i smaragd\u016fv!
\nA budu jako blesk, jen\u017e ho\u0159\u00ed bez d\u00fdmu:<\/p>\n

\u00d3 Pane, dej mi prohl\u00e9dnouti…
\nVid\u00edm str\u00e1\u0148, v n\u00ed mod\u0159\u00edny, je\u017e kvetou, pod n\u00ed vodu pokojnou.
\nVe vod\u011b z\u0159\u00edm ryby jisk\u0159\u00edc\u00ed, je\u017e tolik miluji, \u017ee sv\u011b\u017e\u00ed, \u010disty jsou a plachy:
\nTebe v\u0161ak, \u00f3 Bo\u017ee, nevid\u00edm, neb ukryt jsi mi jako chv\u00edle smrti m\u00e9!
\n(Ale kdo jen, dobroty a kr\u00e1sy d\u00edla Tv\u00e9ho neznaje, by prost\u0159ed zimy kv\u011btin doufal z jara na niv\u00e1ch.
\nKdo, dobroty a kr\u00e1sy d\u00edla Tv\u00e9ho neznaje a noc\u00ed hustou jda, by uv\u011b\u0159il, \u017ee zanedlouho ba\u017eant zakokrh\u00e1 v ml\u00e1z\u00ed.
\nV\u0161ecek z\u00e1\u0159e ry\u010dn\u011b vylet\u00ed.
\nA obloha \u017ee zbledne, sezl\u00e1tne a zr\u016f\u017eov\u00ed jak oj\u00edn\u011bn\u00e1 pavu\u010dina?…
\nAle ti, jich\u017e Nad\u011bj\u00ed svou \u017eiv\u00ed\u0161, prost\u0159ed zimy kv\u011btin doufaj\u00ed a slunce prost\u0159ed noci.)<\/p>\n

Rozptyl, Bo\u017ee, temnoty kol mne, bych vid\u011bl!
\nNemodl\u00edm se k Tob\u011b stoje, o\u010di obr\u00e1ceny k sv\u011btlu, jak jen Sv\u011btci mohou, ale tv\u00e1\u0159\u00ed k zemi p\u0159itisknut, je\u017e von\u00ed fialkami.
\nM\u00e9 ruce, je\u017e se vryly do prsti, stop nez\u016fstavuj\u00ed jak \u0161l\u00e9p\u011bj lidsk\u00e1,
\nAle jako zv\u00ed\u0159ec\u00ed:
\nCo\u017e dobr\u00e9 jest, jsou\u0165 lid\u00e9 zl\u00ed a zv\u00ed\u0159ata jsou dobr\u00e1, l\u00edbezn\u011bj\u0161\u00ed kv\u011btin.
\nMaj\u00ed hebkou srst \u010di pe\u0159\u00ed p\u0159ekr\u00e1sn\u00e9, o\u010di z chryzopras\u016fv, ebenu a zlata, \u010dist\u00e9 jako luna, jako voda pramenit\u00e1…:
\nPane, dej mi prohl\u00e9dnouti, nebo\u0165 obklopen jsem samotou a mlhami!…
\nNe jako jinoch, kter\u00fd v \u010cervenci se koupe v rybn\u00edku, kdy\u017e slunce vych\u00e1z\u00ed.
\nA kter\u00fd z\u0159\u00ed jen zlat\u00fd d\u00fdm, jen\u017e z vody vystupuje, nad sebou jen modr\u00e9 nebe vysok\u00e9.
\nSly\u0161\u00ed pouh\u00fd \u0161elest vln a r\u00e1kos\u00ed a sk\u0159ehot \u017eab a v\u016fn\u00ed pu\u0161kvorce a s\u00edt\u00ed pln\u00ed nozdry sv\u00e9.
\nA jeho\u017e krev jest bla\u017eena:
\nAle jako v\u011bze\u0148 v kobce s ovlhl\u00fdmi zdmi a s ok\u00e9nkem, je\u017e vede na dv\u016fr dl\u00e1\u017ed\u011bn\u00fd.<\/p>\n

\u00d3 sejmi clonu z o\u010d\u00ed m\u00fdch.
\nJako \u017een\u011b hust\u00fd z\u00e1voj vlas\u016f rozpu\u0161t\u011bn\u00fdch odest\u00edr\u00e1 milenec, kdy\u017e chce ji pol\u00edbiti!
\n(Ejhle ramena jak medu pl\u00e1stvy, pa\u017ee nah\u00e9 z \u010dela klesaj\u00ed.)
\nBo\u017ee, viz, jak srdce m\u00e9 se t\u0159ese, slo\u017een\u00e9 jen z ran a hrot\u016fv ulomen\u00fdch!
\nHle, jak zorni\u010dky se do temnoty up\u00edraj\u00ed, ale marn\u011b, marn\u011b!
\nHle, jak tisknu prsty na dlan\u011b a nic jak nesv\u00edr\u00e1m!
\nA p\u0159ece v\u00edm, \u017ee jsi, a p\u0159ec v T\u011b v\u011b\u0159\u00edm!
\nHvozdy nemohly by kr\u00e1sn\u011b \u010derny b\u00fdti, kdyby Tebe nebylo;
\nPlody lesn\u00edch bez\u016f divok\u00fdch by nebyly tak rudy.
\nNepraskal by ohe\u0148, netekla by voda, ani louka by tak nevon\u011bla…
\nHusy na rybn\u00edku b\u011blostny by tolik b\u00fdti nemohly, jak \u010dist\u00e9 obl\u00e1\u010dky jsou na obloze modr\u00e9,
\nKdybys TY jim nebyl po\u017eehnal…<\/p>\n

Proto \u010dek\u00e1m Tebe z ve\u010dera i za jitra i v noci pln\u00e9 hv\u011bzd, je\u017e korunuje panny,
\n\u017de se ozve\u0161 m\u00e9mu \u00fap\u011bn\u00ed, a\u0165 h\u0159m\u011bn\u00edm bou\u0159e, nebo hlasem d\u00edt\u011bte, \u010di z hn\u00edzda strnad\u016fv u strouhy:
\nV\u017edycky hlas Tv\u016fj bude l\u00edbezn\u00fd a probud\u00ed mou radost umdlenou, jak rosa z\u00e1hon maco\u0161ek po hork\u00e9m dni!<\/p>\n

\u00d3 v\u00edm, \u017ee zhynouti mi ned\u00e1\u0161 ani \u017e\u00edzn\u00ed, ani hlady, ani nudou, \u017ee a\u017e p\u0159ijde \u010das m\u016fj, zahradu mi vyk\u00e1\u017ee\u0161, bych o ni pracoval.<\/p>\n

Strom \u0161t\u00edhl\u00fd zasad\u00edm Ti uprost\u0159ed,
\nV\u0161ak ne ji\u017e jablo\u0148 zak\u00e1zanou, ale Sto\u017e\u00e1r \u00damluvy.
\nA\u017e doroste m\u00e9 v\u00fd\u0161ky sedmin\u00e1sobn\u00e9, v\u00edm, zkvete poprv\u00e9 a obsype se plody nad v\u0161e sladk\u00fdmi a vonn\u00fdmi jak hvozd\u00edky,
\nA budou \u010derveny a zlaty, v st\u00ednu zelen\u011bj\u0161\u00ed,
\nHn\u00edzdy bude obt\u011b\u017ek\u00e1na koruna v\u0161ech ptactev nebesk\u00fdch; tam zh\u0159\u00edvati se budou ml\u00e1\u010fata v\u017edy hladov\u00e1 i hol\u00e1 dlouho,
\nNa perut\u00edch lehounk\u00fdch k nim sta\u0159\u00ed budou l\u00e9tati, hmyz nos\u00edce jim pln\u00fd medu, kv\u011bty navon\u011bn\u00fd.<\/p>\n

A bude-li m\u016fj \u00fad\u011bl na pahorku slunn\u00e9m, zalo\u017e\u00edm si vinici;
\nSnad hrozny ponese mi, kter\u00fdch zrna budou velik\u00e1 jak vla\u0161sk\u00e9 o\u0159echy a jako f\u00edky sladk\u00e1,
\nSnad mi hrozny ponese, jich\u017e zrna budou jako trnky trpk\u00e1, mali\u010dk\u00e1;
\nV\u016fle Tv\u00e1 se sta\u0148.
\nA bude-li m\u00e9 pole na rovin\u011b \u00farodn\u00e9, pak p\u0161enic\u00ed je osiji;
\nSand vyrostou j\u00ed klasy v\u011bt\u0161\u00ed kuku\u0159i\u010dn\u00fdch, aneb ani neodkvete jako lu\u010dn\u00ed tr\u00e1va:
\nSta\u0148 se v\u016fle Tv\u00e1.
\nA jestli porostou mi pouh\u00e9 bodl\u00e1ky, pak rozkvetl\u00fdmi ov\u011bn\u010d\u00edm si \u010delo…
\nSnad n\u011bkter\u00fdm z nich s\u00edm\u011b dozraje, \u017ee stehl\u00edc\u00ed se sl\u00e9tnou pest\u0159\u00ed na podzim a t\u011b\u0161iti mne budou:<\/p>\n

A kdy\u017e dopust\u00ed\u0161, by nerostlo ni b\u00fdl\u00ed,
\nZ hl\u00edny hn\u00edsti budu Tvoji podobu a do kamene vryji chv\u00e1lu Tvou.
\nR\u00e1no, v poledne i ve\u010der modliti se budu And\u011bl P\u00e1n\u011b<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Bohuslav Reynek M\u016fj Bo\u017ee, Kter\u00fd dechem sv\u00fdm jsi \u017eivot nalil do \u017eil Adamova t\u011bla. Kter\u00fd dechem po obloze rozpt\u00fdlil jsi hv\u011bzdy jako na pasece vlhk\u00e9 jahody. Dechem vody zahnal do mo\u0159\u00ed a \u0159ek a tvrdou zemi vytvo\u0159il, i zemi, kter\u00e1 n\u011b\u017ena jest a oble\u010dena tr\u00e1vn\u00edky: Hle, kterak mlhami jsem spjat a sv\u00edr\u00e1n. Kterak v nejistot\u00e1ch […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":33,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3235"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/33"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3235"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3235\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3238,"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3235\/revisions\/3238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3235"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3235"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cestanahoru.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3235"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}