So many people
are not more
than mere shadows.
Their days are counted
and their lives wither
into oblivion,
where darkness
does extinguish
all they had – their joys, their sadness,
and their madness,
that was dragging hither
and thither
their so frail dreams.
They finish
their anxious days
in fear of their death,
not noticing
the ray of light that beams
through our existence
and the breath
of God Himself,
who can alone
turn into bread a stone
and corpses – into resurrected bodies,
so they could live.
Why
people turn away from it?
I can’t perceive,
why they chose
a bogus
and temporary, shadowy existence
that has a mercilessly sure end,
why
they employ so stubbornly resistance
and desperately with the crowd blend
that’s heading like a herd
to an abyss,
into the everlasting condemnation
and the destruction
of their meagre hopes,
why they miss
among the ways absurd
the opportunity to be alive.
Why is salvation
not at their core,
beyond their scope?
How can they extract some satisfaction
in persecuting those,
who are saved,
who fear no more,
victorious over the power of graves,
who don’t lose
the sight
of the redeemer?
Why can’t they cope
with the people,
who possess
the dazzling light, beaming
in the unending corridors
of the expanding ever Universe?
Why chose
the curse
of Death?
Why
so foolishly
without remorse
deny
the Life?
Why?
Why?
3.01.2012