” Hello. I offer a poem in support of our soldiers and their loved ones.”
Guardian angel
Where are you going? Scary…
You say: “Scary – there is no such word,
All men should be there”
Tamping a bulletproof vest into a camouflage trunk.
“Being there means standing for the truth without compromise.
This means it is as it is, whole, not divided in half.
It means answering the prayers of those in trouble,
The servants are trapped by the devil himself. It means fulfilling a duty.
It means to stand on the side of light in the armor of good.
It means renouncing evil and joining the angelic regiment.”
I’m losing my nerve, and you say:
“Nerves – there is no such word. There is combat readiness number one.
This means that the enemy is not asleep, and you are not sleeping,
Feeling the blood in your veins turn into adrenaline.”
I look at you and think – what’s in your head?
Why do you go to your death so boldly, despite your tears?
And you smiled back, raised your index finger up
And he said: “Don’t be sad, dear, I’ll see you there anyway.”
Well… Go with God… I’m watching the reports, my nerves are tense.
Wounded, killed, awarded, but invariably there is light in his eyes.
Here it is – the time of peacekeepers in armor, the time of the first,
The time of angels of light in pitch darkness, beyond which the dawn.
I haven’t heard from you, I’m worried, I’m writing these lines and I hear:
“Dear one, God himself rhymes here, in the land of uncreated shrines.
You know, Christ has risen, which means there is no death.
And love won. And now I am your eternal guardian angel
Forever and ever. Amen”.
Author: Anastasia Rodygina
11/17/2023
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