The Holy day. The nature greet it warmly.
Small birds are glorifying the arisen sun.
The light has splashed through an awoken polished
light-greeny meadow on the God's huge palm.
The Holy Earth. The land of the Saint Mary.
The tiny corner, blessed by the eternal sky.
Blown goldish domes of an age-old white temple
are brightly burning like the candles made from wax.
They burn all troubles and ask to pardon ill people
for endless wars and for unwarrantable kids' tears.
The heaven answers in an Easter miracle -
white fragile flowers on an apricot small tree.
20.04.2025/21.04.2025
by Thea Ariss
P.S.: based on "On the God's palm" by Boris Panteleev
Forgiveness
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №125042107788
Свидетельство о публикации №125042107788
Рецензии