COMFORT FOR THE STRANGER

By Yasen Vedrin

(Mortal Remains)

“I am a stranger in the earth…” (Psalm 119:19)

When you are just a stranger in the earth,

And like a foe, the world casts you aside,

A Holy hope remains your only worth —

That Your true Home awaits across the tide.

That there, all painful wounds will deeply heal,

And no more evil will oppress the soul,

Instead of ravens, crows, and what they feel,

A White Dove will fly high, to make you whole.

The massive, heavy weariness compiles,

Just like a mountain, impossible to bear,

Everywhere among the human files

To meet the queen of evil and despair.

And king of sin among the lost to roam,

With crowns from Sodom, rebel and unkept,

While faith, so hardened in its worldly home,

Grieves for the Heaven where it hasn't slept.

Deep down inside the chalice, dark and plain,

The poison starts to pour, a heavy flood,

The evil stirs it with a sharp clawed chain,

To throw you down and freeze your human blood…

But this blind world is not your homeland space,

And flesh is not where final fates arise.

A moment comes for spirit’s resting place

Near the most wonderful and Holy Light of skies.

And up above, the battle ends its art,

What’s written inside you will take its throne,

For when Eternity receives the stranger's heart,

The pain will stop, and leave the soul alone…