THE GREAT MEANING

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Copper Bowl)

Whenever the son starts to serve as a slave,

Embracing the call of the Lord from on high,

His heart overflows under grief’s bitter wave,

Yet never he turns back to shadows gone by.

In children the Life is creating and beating,

And peace like a river is pouring ahead,

While someone inside the breached wall is depleting,

And drinks bitter cups in the fire he’s led.

The death of the servant is heavy a cost,

So that sons can feel Love in their peaceful estate.

A wall stands between them and all that was lost,

Protecting their souls from the wild winds of hate.

Concealed in existence, as lone as a cave,

The servant abides, keeping watch through the night.

And nobody knows what the lonely flame gave,

Or how much it cost in the Lord’s holy sight.

The branches are heavy with faith and with fruit,

While down at the Root is the offering's sign.

For this is the Meaning of Life, absolute –

The plus from the minus is born so divine.

And let the grand Fig tree be filled with a bow.

The Vine – let it hang with the heaviest weight.

Whenever the son as a servant obeys,

Then Christ is the human’s ultimate fate.