Request Poem by Liza Sud

Grant me, O Lord, the sky into the arms!
and tame my temper by clean light!
azure seems light as a dress,
that I'm so gently pressing to my chest.

Help me to merge by the whole soul
with heavens and the earth and sea!
That I could pray without a stop,
and Christ would fill me with His purity.

Spirit would comfort me, so soft,
Will sanctify my every corner.
And I will love this vast great world,
will get the boundless love oath.

из Елена-Есфирь