a flashlight
white, from black distance far.
Explain to me, please, explain now.
why are you so close to God?
This light caresses me gently
as many tongues of love,
and licks me around, so playful.
as saintsl from their icons glance.
and one more: it it leaving traces -
and one more: all will merge with it -
it turns everything to white paintings,
like our God. We're alone with Him.
you are not a flashlight - a strong searchlight,
and you easily lift me up,
the soul sits at the words - as on branches -
And it sings among birds about God!
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