Liza Sud

John Of Kronstadt And Young Trader - Poem by Liza Sud

When I was young and lived in Kronstadt
And my first trade have just began,
I suffered bad luck and misfortune,
But once the priest at my door tapped -

'I'm watching after you, my brother,
In your small home is Paradise!
Why not to save the child, you Father!
Why do you drink, make hell for wife? '

This Christlike person, made a favour -
To tears mitigated me.
And I resumed my former trading.
And now construct a church for him.

Topic(s) of this poem: religion

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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