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Let us be calm in the view of things that are to come. Let us close our eyes, so that we do not err, and learn to see. Let us endure until the great end comes and the waves subside before the breeze from seaside wafting. "A volume of poetry that reveals the beauty of its structure only in a repeated reading., but then it should be possible for the attentive reader to find in all these poems his fears as well as his hopes, but also his tasks. (Prof. Dr. Sigrid Lichtenberger, University of Saarland, Department of German Studies). "Come" is not just a collection of diverse poetry but a composition of poems in the four chapters "I", "ASK" "SAY" and "PRAY". Every chapter is a poem in itself. The author sees himself in the chapter "I" as man at the sea. He puts some troubling questions concerning our time in the chapter "Ask". He answers these questions with his poetic visions of the great Coming of the Lord Jesus Christ in tne chapter "Say". What must men do to participate in that beautiful event? This is the subject of the last chapter "Pray".
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Bruno Johannsson has a degree in economics from the University of Saarland. He was involved in research and teaching. Poetry accompanied his work from the age of seventeen. In 1976 he published the first edition of this volume in German. He performed readings in Hamburg, Bergedorf, Loccum, Darmstadt, Dortmund, Vienna and Bad Wörishofen. Some of his poems can be found in the annual anthology of the Library of German Poetry in the years 2015, 2016 and 2017.
To my parents
in gratitude
I
Man by the sea,
Planted by God,
Under the pressure of evil powers,
Sinner and saint,
Drunk with Thy wine,
Amazed,
Embarking,
Homewards.
When do I rise up?
How can I serve?
A good shepherd I want to be.
ASK
In vain?
Are we sick?
Failed existence?
Life?
What is playing?
Are we rid of God?
Does hope remain?
Will I find again?
Again and again?
What should I do?
Are we at the end?
When at last?
When again?
Who?
Whom does Earth need?
Who knows when?
Who might hinder it?
SAY
End of a winter night.
A new day breaks.
In pregnant nights one night will be.
He will help you.
Joyful you go ashore.
Breakthrough.
Joy in cell 7 777 777.
Everything gleams.
A breath unites you.
Old days shine in.
Something new is born.
The stadium is already beckoning.
One thing is lacking only.
Endless in the end.
On the high seas Zion will rock.
A blaze is sparked.
A Man will come.
A Prince draws near.
From freedom to freedom.
The Lord will reign.
The very best wine is His blessing divine.
PRAY
Beware!
Listen to the signals!
Turn around!
Now!
Come near!
Forward to life!
Roll on!
Labor in small things!
Men ye must be!
Take courage!
Feast upon the word!
Judge yourself and comfort your fellowman!
Sow into this time!
Love in life!
Brave that!
Let your spirit be high!
Be calm and see and endure!
Never leave!
Celebrate the feast!
My eyes are built into the sea,
drinking and raining into its expanse.
There is the great yearning
of my heart:
peace and harmony in God.
It embraces all the minor yearnings
of my heart.
It moves me to tears.
My tears roll up my beach
and slide back into the sea.
A gardener plants
a small tree in the earth
and in the ground
he rams a stick
by which it can grow tall
to become a tree.
god
A planted me
man
on Earth
and in my heart
he dug his law
which I can live by
man
to become a
god.
Sin encompasses me
as the thicket does the glade.
From time to time it advances
and suffocates me into a tiny point.
The spark is not yet extinguished,
although it sometimes smelt like it.
I have to spread the light.