Oasis of love

Life, on a regular basis,
bringing its daily cares,
hides the love's oasis.
Where is happiness, where?

Where are christal waters,
where are starry nights?
My earthly hopes are slaughtered.
They received last rites.

Bridges are burned. Charcoal.
Memories' bitter cinder.
Desert surrounds my soul -
a fate of every sinner.

I'm, it seems, not entitled
to what each person desires.
Yet, my dreams weren't final,
when I have been through fires.

Joys, which harvested sorrows,
cannot be now repeated.
Morning from Heaven borrows
dreams that can't be defeated.

The world somewhere races
with its morality squalid.
What is in me, my oasis -
is not a mirage, but solid.

Opening a vision awesome
to what Jesus Christ prepares,
new hopes in my soul blossom, -
and what to such love compares?

It's in my heart expanding,
right from its very kernel, -
Love, that's beyond understanding,
giving a life eternal.

19.01.2021