English has never been my favourite language.
I have been in love with German since my childhood. Luckily I was moved to Austria by the hand of destiny and now, since many years live surrounded by German-speaking people. I learned Italian and love its melody and joy-giving nature, and yet it has not become my favourite. My native language – Russian – is neither my best. I appreciate its richness and flexibility, but I am still most comfortable with German.
Despite all that, when it comes to the spiritual matters, either it is blogging about my experiences or a prayer, I want to express myself in English. The words then resound in my heart, touching the very depth of it…. I ask myself why?
Probably because English, lacking the poetical richness and linguistic ornaments remains so crystal-clear, so absolute, so perfect, as only the Spirit can be.
(image by me)