«on A Holy Ground - His Holy Feet Are Going...» (Auth. Ihnat Abdziralovich) Poem by Swiatlanka Zniczka

On a holy ground - His holy feet are going
Hands of holiness are touching heads of pity...
All the roads now learnt Him - He's exploring
And the stones take care of Him and shelter.
Noisy wind is echoing back a dreadful storm,
Storm that comes to us but it is not still here.
Stillness will absorb the blind tornadoes soon
As His precious steps are heard from everywhere.
Then someone'll see His figure, loved and frank,
Who didn't get right path, who drowned in lies,
Who was in essence dirty, weak and drunk -
They were whispered all the time with no doubt:
- Yes, He comes, know He definitely comes!