Golden Walls - Poem by Liza Sud
It was Liturgy in Sophia’s
Church with golden walls in the Kremlin.
Priest were wearing blue- and- white light gowns,
And so soothing was their singing.
Church with golden walls looked as my child’s home.
Christ was merciful, not to fear.
And the chime of bells was as love’s inflow,
Full of energy and warm care.
From that Liturgy I could not return:
Kazan’s icon, the 4th of November.
That God’s Mother day – that’s why so long,
And I felt as if She embraced me.
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