I keep praying
For my mind to become
As clear as the sky.
I savour my loneliness.
My actions are quiet,
My mind concetrates
On the light and freezing night
Of a desert.
No icons,
No temples,
My adoration of God
Is quiet and deep.
I am His masterpiece
And his loving son.
I am the mystery
Behind faith.
The Hermit
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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