Praise To The Church Fasts Poem by Liza Sud

A snake is used to renewing her skin,
And she is crawling out it - to the core.
And something similar happens to me
in any of the fasts imposed by Church.

My aspiration coincides woth dates,
(who spits on church - that will not understand)
and maybe demons try to test and tempt
under strict supervision of the gods.

But on a festive day, the peace of mind
That I attain I even can't convey.
Like a new birth from a pure layer or ply,
where in God I feel that I love myself!

And after violent feelings - total calm,
(who did not know about it - go taste!)
I know all the fast dates, Mother of God,
and for God I do not have enough praise!