(for Annelize)
It's cold this morning and cloudy and grey,
outside it rains and the doves coo and gambol
and happy every weaver twitters,
as if I am looking at daybreak and the early twilight,
where on God and you I can trust,
can think me into the reality of the Ukraine,
beyond all the grey clouds I see the sun shine
but hope that this day do for you only hold beauty.
A person becomes tired of the media suppressing truth,
it's as if in severe times a person do forget about God,
do get of the government a totalitarian impression,
do not know about His presence that saves,
where it looks as if just to exist is in vain
while He still measures out the most beautiful future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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