I'm Afraid Of You, Dear Michael. Poem by Liza Sud

I'm afraid of you, dear Michael.
You are reading me everywhere.
On my English site, on the Russian,
my small messages, big emails.

And you say: 'there are no wonders'.
But there are! But there are! But there are!
we just call it like this - Then come to
Christianty, teach us right!

I am feeling your hands, rav Michael!
they take me on sides and push on.
I feel safe in them and they light on,
and to altruism make me go.

I am happy with you, rav Michael!
On the photo you show your hands -
how they turn to my poems after?
and the feeling of you by my side!