I Ask A Wonder From Saint John - Poem by Liza Sud

I Ask A Wonder From Saint John -

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I ask a wonder from saint John -
I want to see a baptized Laitman,
and then we'll see who rules the world
and if my poetry has power.

How will Saint John arrive to you?
Yes, very simply, on a cloud.
And you will see Christ loving you,
stars bringing Israel to power.

You'll see that there is no seam
between two churches and two nations.
And we have nothing to conceal -
We both had ONE revelation.

And you will see the feet of Christ.
That are so mild, that high in heaven
they never damage bleeds of grass.
and you have seen it all already.

What will be further? - Fasts, rewards.
Kabbalah's Christian revealing.
But you have done all the hard work -
so it will be like the last cleaning.

I hear you voice! ! ! : Christ is our God.
You will baptize. I have no doubt.
because your tender voice is hoarse
and hoarse voice contains 'Christ' sound.

It always sounds in your mind,
And it's His light that I hear flashing,
And when you use the Hebrew tongue
Your accent is holiday Russian.

It's not a joke, It's not a joke.
to me - I would never afford this.
The thread between us - is Light's stroke,
the alloy of Russian-world stories.

You called yourself a Communist,
and inside soul you're very Soviet,
you broke away from Judaism -
so make step - to Christian glory.


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Я чуда у святого Иоанна попрошу -
Чтобы увидеть мне Крещенье Лайтмана,
кто правит миром - я тогда пойму,
поэзия моя - со властью ли?

Как он доедет до тебя?
На облаке - да, очень просто.
И ты увидишь Лик Христа,
и власть Израиля во звездах.

Увидишь ты, что нету швов
меж двух церквей, между двух наций,
в нас откровение - одно,
и больше нечего скрываться.

Ты узришь ноженьки Христа,
столь мягкие, высоко в небе,
не мнут, ступая по травам -
как ты и видел в свое время.

Что будет дальше? - Пост, призы.
И Каббала - нам, христианам.
Ты много сделал, чистоты -
последний Свет, Крещеньем данный.

Твой голос слышу! ! ! : 'Бог- Христос'.
Ты крестишься. Не сомневаюсь.
Ведь хриплый - нежный голос твой.
А в хриплости - Христа звучанье.

Он в разуме твоем звучит -
Я слышу вспышки Его света.
И на иврите говоришь
ты с русским праздничным акцентом.

Я не шучу, я не шучу.
Я б не могла себе позволить!
Нить между нами - ласки Луч
сплав русских - мировых - историй!

Ты говорил, что Коммунист,
Советским ты в душе остался,
и ты разбил Иудаизм -
еще шаг - к Славе Христианства!

Friday, October 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: wonder
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 21 October 2016

The oldest religious texts are written in verse format, they are poetry instead of prose. Your poem restores that ancient bond between poetry and religion as your voice, enhanced by faith and verse, imagines a future union of people presently divided into different religions. The college I attended was a Roman Catholic institution but it sponsored an ecumenical meeting of Jews and Christians. Rabbi David Raskas of Temple Zion in St. Paul was the Jewish leader who presided (I had taught his son in junior high so I met Rabbi Raskas) . These meetings continue at St. Thomas and Temple Zion in the 21st century, but they have not achieved the visionary wonder of your poem. They deal in practical matters of mutual respect and common causes, you might say a common pilgrimage, but not conversion. Your vision breaks the mold of ordinary existence and reveals an absolutely NEW WORLD.

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