A Christmas tale

On a heavenly night eve
 light up the candles of stars,
 in the universe of the funeral rule
 on the planet - the name Earth.
 Space is his daughter's funeral service
 with blond clouds,
 with blue-eyed reservoirs,
 with an ocean bottomless soul.
 
 He looks through an atmospheric lens,
 clouded over the centuries,
 on the movement of black dots,
 swarming among the plains,
 sees a network of restless lines,
 braiding the collar,
 sees the Prince of peace, who
 strangles the blind people with a net.
 They are no longer up to dirty rivers,
 shallow sea bays
 and smouldering forest fires,
 changed the child's face.
 
 ... Thunder rumbled,
 the sword of fire cuts through the sky,
 and once again resurrects
 human embryo
 somewhere out there, in the depths of galaxies,
 on a completely unfamiliar planet,
 very similar to an Earthman,
 with the same name of a Man,
 as before, with the right of freedom,
 but adjusted for previous experience:
 with a new organ-near the heart –
 distinctions of good and evil.
 
 Bred on that planet
 everywhere trees of Life,
 and the ill fated forbidden apples
 it doesn't happen on them at all.
 Once a year (why? – unknown)
 on trees with prickly needles
 light up multi-colored,
 iridescent balls.
 Only small children know
 (but then forget): once
 on a distant beautiful planet
 God was born a man.
 
 Two thousand fifteen