This morning – no tears in sight,
This sunlight banishes all night!
Love rests so gently in my heart,
Yet once again, you won’t depart
To write the verses you once knew,
As if your muse has bid adieu.
You gaze at heaven, lost, forlorn,
And cry: «Lord, hear my soul’s morn!
Like a caged lion, bound and torn,
Don’t let me perish, all forlorn!»
Comfort my heart, dear God above,
Renew within me spirit of love!
I trust I’m held by Your great care,
In Your embrace – my soul’s repair.
Father and Brother, You’re my Love,
My prayer today is brief above:
With every breath, with heart aglow,
I call the Holy Spirit – here, I know –
For all the days that You bestow.
Saint Petersburg, 2016
Photo from the author’s archive.
Kotlin Island, 2017.
This morning no tears in sight
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