Archive for the ‘Faith’ Category

Georgii Brousentsov - Au bord de l'eau

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Paul was a joyless misogynist.

They assert,

it’s quite obvious,

and certainly seems clear.

(Nikak, i

ni v koyem sluchaye!)

Then they retranslate,

and realize,

it’s apparently not so,

so as to speak,

by no means,

and it may never be.

Matters of style and misunderstanding…

Sublime and inadequate.

Sacred and human.

What else then,

is open to question?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

You call me a failure

as I wait passively,

knowingly,

waiting for the “go-getters”

to implode.

The preponderant

speculative,

acquisitionist

nature of society

is a crock

destined to fail.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Preacher’s preaching, TV.

You don’t understand the message

but you know it’s important,

the organ’s playing, emotive.

You put your hands on the TV screen

and believe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In an ideal world…

Selfish, overly human religions will die,

buried like Pharaohs with all their wealth,

cats and servants.

Those beliefs and convictions which aspire

beyond the self-centered,

selah,

will live and endure.

(We can hope!)

And the world we be a better place.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I cast a glance,

askance,

and wonder what hope

the future?

(Given the assholes who surround me!)

So, I pray

and believe,

for sanity,

in better.

By faith and philosophy,

my reality exceeds

their vision.

Imagination

understanding,

conceives…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The TV preacher sounds hollow

to my ears,

around the wall,

in the kitchen.

“Make it happen!”

effectively,

he’s saying,

squeezing out the mystery,

the Glory

of the Holy Trinity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

No, I am not collectively responsible.

I am not historically indicted.

Adam was Adam,

Romans, ditto.

I did not,

and will not,

drive any nails into Christ’s flesh.

Indeed, naturally pious,

I am me,

Godly,

by Faith,

Free.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Waiting for God”:

by which many mean death,

I, however, desire life.

It is intensely human to wait

upon the Divine,

so much seems beyond our power…

life, death,

everything in between

and beyond,

despair, wonders,

miracles, pain,

questions, answers,

peace, blood,

Love.

We’re all waiting for God,

one way or another,

Believer or not,

we are incomplete,

and we all

need

more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

You come upon the scene,

Soviet Lithuania,

some kind of Summer camp,

idyllic amongst the trees.

You walk forward and meet a girl,

she smiles at you,

in Russian you ask what it is,

this gathering,

“Ateitis!” she replies.

Atheism, you assume and raise your eyebrows,

remembering the complicated history of religion here,

lingering paganism, some say, and what of the Jews?

Liquidation and simplification, both good means and ends,

the Party is supreme,

you smile thinly,

then blink

(so briefly!)

and

reopening your eyes

the girl and the scene have disappeared,

a strange awakening,

right or wrong,

the mirage is gone.

And somewhere in the background

Church bells ring.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat