By Yasen Vedrin
(The Copper Bowl)
I hear a wretched stranger’s voice,
Who came to seek a word from me:
"Ah, please, help me to make a choice,
My soul is shrunk in misery.
I see no point to stay alive,
The darkness presses on my eyes,
For by my nature, wrong I strive,
And crooked, like a piece of trash, one dies.
Tell me, what is there left to do?
Where can I hide my life away,
When every word is false, untrue,
In this same fate of dark decay?"
Just questions... And the cold wind blows
Through doors that opened up in vain.
And Jesus cannot heal the woes
Of souls inconsolable in pain.
But looking at the wretch ahead,
I choose to speak a word of grace,
As he sits sadly near my bed,
Upon the pavement's lonely space.
"Ask Wisdom softly in your mind,
She’s ready now to speak to thee:
If you just open up a door…
The other closed at once will be.
For Someone’s standing out there long,
He waits your faith to be awake.
His Light is beautiful and strong,
The darkest shadows it will break.
He knocks so gently. Like a dream.
He wants to sup with you tonight.
Don't keep Him out in the extreme,
And let the Evil crush your might.
For He has saved so many souls.
And you He will forever save.
It matters not your past misgoals,
Once on the Holy Path you're brave.
A life unseen, unlived before,
Will flow in you with Heavenly Blood.
With yearning, open up His door.
It brings the martyr Peace from God..."
The stranger rubs his eyes so bright.
He opens up the Door of white.
And right amidst the Heavenly light,
His shining soul is filled with sight.
And with a crash, the other door
Slams shut into the darkness deep.
While Satan screams forevermore,
Crushed in the night, no more to sleep...
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