Harvest
Here and again the leaves under my feet,
The wind plays in the styling hair,
Summer was fleeting again,
Ran away, hid by stealth.
Again the harvest, the collection of ripe fruits,
Shower check: who will decide on what...
Who matured to rise straight into Eternity,
Some sinners will remain on earth.
Nature gives everyone their own time.
Got wiser, matured, finding the Sources,
Everyone can fix his life
And carry the priceless current of Love.
Let Goodness spread throughout the world,
Seedlings will sprout beauty in the souls.
Distant neighbors will become closer
And foreign peoples are relatives.
Let people get bored with gunfights,
I am not proud of the tanks on the square,
I want children to laugh
And there was enough bread and matzah for everyone,
To hug any relatives,
All our souls aspired to the Light
And they sang in Joy that is in the world
There is no one but God.
(V. Davydova, 02.09.21)
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