The Heavenly House
Ah, open Heavenly House!
Please, open your door to me!
I am tired of dreaming about «then.»
I want to enter you right now.
I will be silent and obedient,
I will forget all desires.
I will not recollect my own poems
and never will I write new ones!
I will wander with prayers,
And maybe God and his angels will like me
and will want to help me.
My eyes will not be blinded
My feet will not be even worse.
God will sympathize seriously,
And I will be together with our son.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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