Павел Шавловский - Авраам
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Simple essence of the holy word
Often strengthens the spirit
And the sounds of the voice of the native
They will set the heart, mind, hearing.
The power of thirst is resurrected again
Search, work, believe, live
And just sincerely love
And this happens not once.

The simple essence of the holy pages ...
In it, the spirit instantly comes to life
She is so simple without borders
Forgives, teaches, strengthens
And gently carries the heart
With your mighty force away,
There, where the night is sleeping peacefully,
Where the stars are the flicker comforting
Tired spirit ...

A rich camp is sleeping calmly
One does not rest only
He stands, thinking about something sadly,
As if trying to understand
As if in secrets, stringing the pain
And by this forcing
Your spirit is painful to suffer.
Who is he? There is no need to guess much,
He is a close friend of the Holy God.
And I really want to ask:
Tell me, what to be sad about?
Already thunder among peoples
Rumor of your name,
Your enemies are for you to please
We send a tribute to humility. Your house
For disadvantaged support
I have been more than once that everyone knows ...
Say why? Why do you need to torment
Is your spirit at such a time?
Of all the great promises,
That God gave you at his hour,
You got over the expectations
What I did not dream of.
After all, your life is in the right hand of God.
What a secret anxiety
Your great spirit worries
When literally everything around
Under the rule of the night rests,
When everyone is sleeping peacefully in the camp
But he does not notice anything
Your sad and calm look.

There is in a secret depth of soul
That secret that knows
Only God and we.
When under the rule of silence
The spirit flows about something silently,
There is deep down with us
Living secret languor,
What will be stirred up inside
Only God is heard prayer.
There is what to express in words
So hard sometimes
And there would only be next to us
The one who created the whole world and us.
One who fills
The spaciousness of the exhausted land,
About whom the spirit often flows
Hidden in the ruin of the soul.
What are you sad about lonely about
Leaving friends and relatives? ..
The edge of the East is already
And the splendor of the nights of the night.
Your camp has not woken up yet
And no one knew in it yet
That you left and returned again
That you did not sleep that night,
What is between heaven and you
There was a very short dialogue.
And no one could know about that
What did you say to your soul
Your strong and great God.
No one knew that the day would begin
You and your son will go on the road in the morning
What to meet only you have to
Wife’s alarming look: where?
What did you think about in sorrow
What was sad about inside myself
And what he kept inside himself,
Looking in the azure Dali?

Inside the divine sons
There is a very subtle skill
Hear the word between words.
And the words of this meaning
Be all your soul
With all your inner consciousness.
And it happens that sometimes
The word between words
It brings us a fire of suffering.
Not like a son to bring
As the Lamb sacrifice was flour,
This is not, no, that guarantee,
Confidence inside.
Hoping, believing in excess of hope
You knew that God would produce
From the son of this people,
And it will be inevitable ...
It was not the root of the torment
And thoughts with care
Inside yourself, suddenly, suddenly
You heard something between words
As if from the mouth of the Creator
The pain of his father's love sounded ...
Father, father, your fate
You still excite us
What did you think when with you
Caressing your sad gaze
There was a son's son,
Your long -awaited
You are so unusual given,
Who was so often pressed
To his chest, who filled
Your spirit is some kind of sweet feeling
And there inside, where it was empty
Heated with warmth and light.
Father, father, in this world
Whether the children will understand someday
The reason for the ambulance,
Wrinkles Print and moan of the soul.
Yes, enough, thought time
Completed. The fire is lit,
And an hour for sacrifice
It has already come.
He takes the rope
And like a lamb
From God this child
Tied.
Father, father, wait!
After all, this is a son, your dear son
There was only a blow remained
But a voice came loudly: Abraham!
Fly a shiny knife