In the temple

We are all in a half-bow to God.
 Ignorance or false shame?
 But the load of years all a little,
 Happy in life and miserable,
 Go to the most high commands.
 
 And I'm going. And I light a candle.
 Please remember the dead.
 And a granddaughter a good lamb,
 To know Vera, I'm the defendant,
 I lead, so that I know the way to the temple.
 
 It is a pity, not learned and in God's temple
 I do not pray to God.
 Candles before images
 In days lit by centuries,
 I pay my debt to the faith of my ancestors.
 
 I have their faith without beginning
 In the soul of the latent sprouted.
 And year after year, then in sorrow,
 The in dreams, then in celebration called for
 Come under the bright Face of Christ.
 
 Still in the shower is not strengthened
 So the spirit of faith, that & nbsp; bent  in a bow,
 Listen to the service or fast,
 Without thinking to cross himself,
 Hearing the bell ring.
 
 But suddenly emotional excitement,
 The reason is not even clear –
 Resentment, pain, or reconciliation.
 And I'm looking for comfort
 And in the temple with faith in Christ.
 
 Yes, not learned in God's temple
 I don't sing a prayer with the choir,
 But standing in front of images,
 I thank you
 I can't hear myself talking to God.
 
 There are no bitter words, why moan,
 I'm not looking for the culprits, really
 In error, in evil, or in suffering,
 In my unfulfilled dreams,
 That were in the past. I don't grumble.
 
 Humble. Quiet. "...The father and the Son…»
 Censer smoke. Leth stopped running.
 I will not deny the Holy dogmas
 And now, ever and ever.
 
 Autumn. One thousand nine hundred ninety two