Tell me a lie

Do you see all the Saints
  frozen there, above?
Inks fell silent, the paper
  is white, no word.
I am hung on the edge
  of the hungry abyss,
with a still loving heart
  gliding down the sword.

You can save any soul
  providing with hope,
even mine, but for other –
  not our – dates.
It would reach through the darkness
  the most tender dawn
on the roads of suffering,
  surely, it would.

You can hold the balloon
  by the thread with a phrase.
It is rushing to freedom.
  The wind is so strong.
It’s unable to blame
  other people on Earth
in the host of its tragedies,
  dramas and tears.

Whisper prayers, my friend,
  any icon is wise.
Their strength is non-obvious
  only to fools.
They will instantly take
  keys from Death, put away.
They’ll immediately close
  the windows, doors.

I will pass on my fate
  to the Forces of Light.
If to leave right away,
  then not quarrelled with God.
If to say you goodbye, –
  in a coffin unlid
at a funeral liturgy
  served in the church.

Brighten clouds in life,
  even worthy not much,
telling fortune to me
  at Epiphany Eve,
with untruth for the sake
  of salvation. At once,
you’ll receive the forgiveness
  from God for your lies.

January 24, 2009