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I thank You, Lord, for everything - For what he gave; which he did not honor. For the fact that the patient has experience The deep wisdom of simple truth:
Don't blame life For mistakes, for losses, for failures. Chastise yourself, bite into oblivion - But you can't change the past!
Blames and insults are long-lasting It is necessary to pluck from the heart in time. The paths are already covered with spicy leaves... Don't miss the lost beautiful one.
Create it today, in this moment! As long as God gives the opportunity to live. As long as the fall of gold is still standing. And you can still serve someone.
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Lord, You lit the stars in distant constellations. Hot quasars radiate Your greatness into space. The Magellanic Clouds float across the sky of the Milky Way. At night, Stozhary twinkles with blue lights. The sun paints earthly mornings and evenings with gold.
Your power is immeasurable! Myriads of galaxies fly by In space, they are occasionally scattered (Are your words brevity?). You drew their roads and set the speed and cycle. There is an end to them, but somehow those worlds flow into eternity, Into Your unapproachable light? And all this is just a fragment of reality.
Lord, who can understand Your mind, Your eternal essence? The star-strewn sky is a high crack in wisdom. Before You, nations are like a drop from a bucket, like a dew drop. Since ancient times, you have hinted that our Earth is a speck of dust, The place into which You wanted to breathe life into the secret.
Your mercy is great: in an age of skepticism and unbelief Little by little, you remove the seals from creation on the sky... You call with knowledge and stars from the darkness of the fall, You brightly illuminate the path with a silver night shimmer - You cordially invite humanity to the estate of trust.
But weary of success in the study of natural phenomena, In the convolutions of the brain, they could not contain the Eternal God, Insist on their own theories of the creation of the world, Catching Your Glory in the mirrors of telescopes from orbit, They proudly and stubbornly sing odes to the human mind.
Lord, I would like to thank the Creator for them too - The radiance of heaven would flow into the neurons as a life-giving stream. The heart would hear the evil ringing of treacherous time And the Tower of Babel would not be defiantly erected by clones, They would not try to challenge Povika to the Living.
An earthly generation sold to the eternal search for slavery... The image of bitten apples is a symbol of progress and freedom?! Rebellion against God leads to the global collapse of nations! The sky will roll up, the waters will disperse, dry up. Suddenly the era of the Lord's long-suffering will end.
Lord, to the learned and the ignorant, to the wise and to ordinary people Let me understand the fatality of price rebellion and unbelief. God Almighty is not a myth, not a belief inspired by fear! The constellations proclaim Your glory and power! Reveal hidden secrets in the bowels of nebulae!
I look at the sky enthusiastically. Sweet to the heart and tender... The Little Bear holds the bright North Star in her hand, Venus shines brightly above the horizon on a cloudless night. Lord, only this beauty would be a good witness for us! We wouldn't want to go through life godlessly, vainly, in vain...
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A bitten moon over the house, Bloodless, indifferently shining. Try to find the culprit! What are we still missing?
What else do we need to become stars Did joy shine in our eyes? Do we grumble with grief for a while? Has the sky closed from us?
We instantly get used to what is convenient. It is not gratitude that grows, but demands. There is more and more artificial around us And decreases in the souls of the saint.
We are full, but not satisfied. We are free, but the mind rebels. Nerves are exposed by trifles - We waste time in vain.
The bourgeoisie escaped almost from the vocabulary, Having found refuge in the genes, And gives birth to anorexics Mental, with grumbling in the veins.
The stars are wrapped in darkness, They hid from the light of the city. We got confused in our priorities In search of earthly happiness.
Our happiness grows from gratitude And the ability to surprise. Oh, how imprudent we are Don't kill him with complaining.
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Someone builds bridges over chasms - For myself, I beg "forgive" I dare not build a bridge Over the stream in a small jump.
I understand, it's long past time - A child was waiting for me. She had time to grow up and leave. I've been going for years: Once upon a time
I will light the candles and the fireplace, The son will sit next to the daughter. Let's talk openly about everything: That life carries us like a flood.
What happened when I look back: I see so many misses and losses! Surface areas and shoals In the tumult of bitter guilt.
I didn't manage or I'm just afraid That I will drown in your confessions, That I will not be able to convey mine. Pillars under the bridges will crumble...
Autumn is taking over the soul again. There is a dry creek on the asphalt Wind twisted dry leaves. And on the other side - smoke.
Where they are still happy for me, The brush is already burning in the fire. God, let me get there somehow, Don't burn bridges out of fear.
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Chips flew from under the tesla, Fresh wood smelled of resin. A strip is twisted into a spiral She swayed in time with her beard.
The carpenter's eyelashes are all in sawdust. stuck Linen shirts to the back, But, giving instructions hoarsely, Father stubbornly taught. . . God's Son.
- Hold it here. Plan here. There is no need! Midday heat. Sweat on the nose... The mystery of the coming of the Lord from heaven It has not been solved by mankind to this day.
From a wet diaper in the nursery To the curtains in the cold tomb - The fate of the Son of Man is clear to us, The way of the Son of God is a mystery.
Who are you, Lord? God, what are you? And imagination draws portraits. But what can come out of earthly people? Often only human silhouettes.
Because we draw with what we have. We have reliefs, molecules, grams. She closes us with a veil The sin of the ancient panorama of the heavens!
From parchment scrolls in jars Until recently from the press edition On the shelves in libraries - Witnesses of the desire to know God.
Souls fly like birds in the sky. The eternity of mortals calls shrillly. The unseen beckons us. The invisible stares us in the eye.
Envelops the rays of faith, Writes cryptograms on a starry night - Creation informs about the Creator! The world is full of miracles.
And when everything temporary passes, And the Lord will introduce us to perfection. We will see, surprised, clearly How vaguely we imagined everything.
Nostalgia will ache in heaven, The road will lead us to the eternal home. In heaven, our dream will come true: We will see God face to face.
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The dust rose up at the feet of Christ and... settled - Oh, this force of gravity to the center of the Earth! The students knelt down in amazement. They were at a loss for words. The figure of the teacher melted in the sunlight...
Higher and higher Jesus... The world was empty before my eyes. Acute pain from separation, loneliness, The greatness of the moment of the sacred, trembling fear Hot lead was poured into the students' legs.
That's all. Like a dream. Everything came to an end. Gen, the clouds are floating towards Jesus... I remembered the words: I will go to the Father. Only now has their true essence been revealed.
Even the angels, dressed as white as snow, Little added to the confusion… There is a crossroads on Olivnaya Gora. The apostles went down... to an independent life...
This day became a turning point for all Christians: He abolished the law of gravity. The same orbits, places where Jordan was born... Yes, the Zaobry region has become our Motherland.
Our Father! - the ether shines in a homely way. Despite the cities we built here, To the sky pulls us, against the world, The gravity of the blood of Jesus Christ…
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I can no longer protect you From the cruelty and evil of koloverti. You are adults already, a little stubborn. You want to live in your own way.
It seems to you: a puzzle of luck Each formula has an appendix, Everything is placed there in order In a clear, flawless presentation.
What is the experience of parents?! You want to Find out the essence and the reason. Probably, this is how he grows into a man Until recently, a small creature.
I can no longer protect you. All I can do is ask God, So that fate, benevolently-strict, I tried to teach you in a parental way.
So that your spirit is not broken by defeats, So that you don't get drunk on success. Give you, children, a decent life Under the cover of God's grace.
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Give me silence, Lord. Let the evening be peaceful Long branches of tall birches; Grass polonaise on cymbals
The breeze in A minor plays, Barely touching the delicate stems. The clear moon bathes in the rays Silver-gray common wormwood.
I know, Lord: silence is with You It is not depressingly dumb. I will leave all plans and worries behind, I will listen and listen to the silence...
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Sleep, my love, sleep. Dark night Already sprinkled dew on the grass, Like silver-framed mirrors. Twinkling stars-candles in them.
The full moon will rise in an hour It will spread its radiance solemnly Above the lights of a quiet city. Make the houses sparkle with mother-of-pearl...
Sleep, my dear, sleep! Let him dream Crooked old house, Next to her, singing, little girl He reaps nettles around the well.
Seedlings await in the shade: Marigolds, marigolds, majors. Father plows the field behind the house. - Tpruuuu!!! And sweat is pouring from the forehead in hail.
It is not so sweet that the moisture drips, The starling chases the sparrows from the aviary, Roosters crow for lunch... And it seems so close to God!
Sleep... my quiet lullaby Your sleep will be strong and worth it, Because it's been a long time since father and mother Christ sings odes in heaven.
On the bypass - someone else's apartment building. Only the well remained, Stranger sparrows have flown Drink from the old trough.
Sleep, my dear, sleep... late night Soon all the candles will be extinguished... Gray-faced sleeps so sweetly On the night when they dream of their childhood.
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Clouds have drifted over our house, The birches became shaggy in the wind, Blue lightning rushes across the sky, But my child is not afraid:
The Guardian Angel is on guard, He does not leave us for a moment. He protects our home with love. The rain patters and rustles outside the window. The rain sings the baby's lullaby. Sleep, my little one. Oh, go to sleep! Lulechki, luli, oh byunki, bye.
The street is washed clean by the rain, And by dawn all the clouds will disperse. There will be bunnies bathing in puddles, Sunny bunnies, lively jumpers.
Sleep, my baby, sleep soon. Lulechki, luli, oh baenka, bayu! With the rain I sing a lullaby. Let dreams not get wet under the house. Lightning and thunder will not frighten you. An angel is on guard, remember Sleep, my baby, sleep, sleep.
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All wars begin in the soul All wars begin in the soul From hatred that was not killed in time. Small, as if it costs money, And for the big one, the beautiful ones are paid.
Customers mask the real goal, Forging heavy medals "For Courage!" Salt does not creep from their foreheads to their lips Where cruelty destroys justice.
Everything is not so simple! How to find the limit Where is the feat, where is the duty, where is the crime, Where is the sacrifice that "I will lay down my soul" And where are the mass of wormholes in ideas?
All wars end sometime. Oh, people-brothers! Age live and learn You fell for someone else's hatred. It's time to stop - we are drunk with grief!
Come to me - the night is so autumn! Scars dreamed of old wounds, And outside the window, the fogs are whimsical Wet potatoes were painted.
The wind curled silently into a ball And lay down on a bale of abandoned hay - Sometimes he sobs like a child in a dream, That will turn over a page of memory.
Spinning leaves... Oh, earth's gravity! But who guessed the intersection of trajectories? The stars will not tell my fate, No on the palms of the web lines.
Although the foundation was woven by the roots of the Clans, clans... Their righteousness and wickedness In the genes all the way back to my generation Interwoven with chain-shaped crosses.
All the same, my choice: collect wet leaves Tart in a bouquet or throw at your feet, Choose the road at the intersection Do you give mercy a place in your heart?
Come to me - You are my salvation. It is uncomfortable and cold in the house. Dense fogs are not at all to blame, What a long night of painful insight.
It's just autumn. The time has come Collect everything that has been sown for years.... She rustled outside the window and fell Lonely cream, dried by the winds.
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Forgive us, God One by one - more alarming news. Blackening days watercolor. Military summons are prophets of death They were already knocking on the door of the house.
Eyes were dizzy from the smell of blood, The crowd of predators grinned. Under colored dreams, on starry nights Someone imperceptibly put a fuse.
It's already day, blazed by evil fires, Somewhere he was aiming at the kid out of fear. He ran away from the inhabited place in the dark Yesterday's neighbor and brother.
The ashes of Ferghana are a layer of history Sits in the fates of people. Earthlings are killed, dying, suffering The baton of death burns.
Dressed in human hopes and stanzas, The Statue of Liberty laughs. ... Bloody circles scattered from Calvary. Forgive us, blind people!
Time falls into eternity - night after day, and usually solidifies with amber. In the edges called "the past" there is pain, living human joy, loneliness, and words. A moment of goodness sparks in the spheres of centuries. Sometimes humanity dreams of a game of blood. Deeds and sobs fall on the scales. We go through life like a blade. Oh, no mistake!
Lord, increase my strength in difficult and uncertain times. In those when grief is around and people are no longer into beauty. You don't take away your mind in treacherous moments of temptation. Do not leave alone with sorrow for a long time, Jesus. Do not let the character mine became like cutting steel. Let it not turn into cruelty, in indifference to the sorrows of others. Pity for one's own self don't poison life Wisdom licks in time may wounded feelings bleed. tired I go like all people: I struggle up and down. Thirsty: I eagerly draw from the well of medicinal tears. Peace will envelop him as well fear will dissolve completely. Hope shines from prayer, like the Milky Way from the sky.
A rotten stump sleeps under the yellow leaves. Lay down on the sunbed and the wind is dozing... Autumn day! What an autumn day! You can't cover beauty with your whole life.
Golden water roars nearby And the shadow of the creaking bridge sways. Grass, dark green young, Under the sweet rustling of leaves sprout.
The tops of pines and slender spruces They will wash the needle in the bottomless blue. In a bush of withered dogwoods - As if in a cradle - an acorn in a web.
And the wild geese are making noise from above They complete the autumn idyll... Oh Lord, keep going! speak With me sounds and colors and shadow.
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Wounded, bloody, The earth swells with graves. Crows croak in a choked voice Above the silent blocks.