That is All About Him

WHERE IS LOVE?

Love is unveiled
For those who failed
But found new places
Where to stay
Unique and profound
In soul and sound
In godly ideas
Whatever you say.


DISASTER FINISHED, I CAN SEE THE LIGHT!

One evening I was walking through the park.
The sadness came trembling and dark.
Among the atmosphere of decay
The darkness started crying, ‘No way

To find light in such an unfriendly place.
That’s how you’re practicing disgrace
And nobody’s here with the help,
You really can’t save, my friend,yourself!

Your spirit is already captured, lad,
Oh don’t draw more fear upon your head,
Stop making the body suffer here at least
And I’ll soon reveal the greatest feast.

You know, there is a house full of herbs.
Why don’t you sell the stuff all in suburbs,
And you’ll make a profit so big
And they’ll think,‘The herbs ate just a pig.’

Oh crazy me to listen to all of that,
You see what’s going round my poor head.
Oh goodness, there’s a star within my sight,
Disaster finished, I can see the light!


THE DIRECTOR OF THE PLAY

“All the world’s a stage.”
       William Shakespeare


Such wonderful experience I had acting in a play.
According to its plot I had to sleep the whole day.
However, the producer being busy forgot
That part of the plot. So what?

Creeping like a shadow in a mask,
He definitely asked me about my task:
“Oh, my dear, are you also a writer?”
Luckily, it wasn’t a fire-fighter.
 
Actually, it was the end of the day
And the place, obviously, wasn’t haunting.
So I’d been weighed on the scales and found wanting
To sleep more on the chairs and be quite OK.

Doesn’t the director of the play i.e. life
Pretend to be so helpful for us in need?
Isn’t it the Lord, who plants the seed,
Changes the plot to make us alive?


WHAT IS THE END?

In his or her own soul
A person reaps
What he or she sows.
Whatever they are doing,
Listening or speaking,
Reading or writing,
Sleeping or working,
Weeping or smiling,
God can only tell by their heart
In what those things will result,
Something good
Or something bad.
       
What is the end?
Just think about that.

NIGHT IS CALM, THE MOON IS BRIGHT

Night is calm, the moon is bright.
Twinkling stars there are in sight.
Comets fly across the space.
You have no time to waste.

Let your heart be so bright.
Let the Spirit act with might.
Let your friendship speak of the way
How to treat the soul’s decay.


WE SHARED THE TIME WHICH SPAKE OF GOD

We shared the time
Which spake* of God
In terms of language,
Сulture and love.

In different ways
We came across
Our souls in needs,
Hopes and loss.

The Lord is there.
He never fails
With our hearts
Thanksgiving in prayers.


*spake (old use)= spoke

TO YOU MY SOUL FLIES

As far as I can see
The one who keeps you young
In many eyes of people passing by
Is worthy to be praised
And be exalted high.
My heart is over there full of joy.
To you my soul flies
Along with godly wind.