That Is Exactly Saint Ioann's Laughter, Poem by Liza Sud

I'm proud that I am loved by Blue Sapphire,
and that its size is as big as my breast,
and all the biggest stones are never higher,
Their prices make me laugh at them and jest!

That is exactly saint Ioann's laughter,
sapphire laughter at the earth,
the smallness of its precious values,
his voice was nervous, firm and hoarse.

In mind at Liturgy - not here,
in body - present on the earth,
and all who saw Ioann had feeling -
that Christ was near, and they froze -

Like froze under his scan projector,
then melted near all-knowing Love.
He was forgiving ressurrector,
like holding everyone in mind.

The Kohens had breastplates on torsos
except there were twelve gems on it.
Sapphire was Issahar's stone
for Torah's knowledge and good deeds.

Kohens asked Lord different questions.
Seventy two Names showed Light -
the light was flashing at each letter,
and answers that they gave were right!