From the cycle ECHO IN THE PALM

 





             II

From the cycle "ECHO IN THE PALM"




The soul may resist the sin's cruel grasp,
But without God, it cannot win or clasp
Or root out evil’s deep, relentless hold.
                St. Macarius the Great




              ONE PALM'S SOUND

                Speak to me, so I may see your face.
                Socrates

Ringing... ringing... ringing...
Awoken by this chime.

Or am I dreaming, lost in night's embrace:
A pillow strewn with ashes, warmth on the line,

And the sound of rain keeps flowing, flowing,
Flowing...

(...)

The flow of Time slows down around.
The space within constricts and binds,

And in it, one palm's sound resounds–
An echo of your voice and all it finds.

The past reflects within my mind.
Beneath my lids, it can’t confine.

Thank You! For You have given me
A chance to live beyond Time’s line...

Thank You!
For all that grace. . .