I Sit In The Egg Of God With Miracles Poem by Liza Sud

I sit in the egg of God with miracles,
And the egg is warm and like a sphere,
see strong people walking, through the thickness
With the pseudo-shadows on their faces.

But it seems that gnomes are going there,
They are weak, like in a crooked mirror.
That is how dear God tells that they are
Behind the egg, outside the spirit.

They are waving pickaxes and maces -
They are trolling rudely your sweet girl.
But you, God, protect the weak and gentle
And insude the shell don't let them go.

Thus at once tale's meaning is apparent!
The same membrane is in Brodsky's eyes.
He is stronger, and it's seen from heaven!
Through the verse God will connect with us.