*** An Excerpt of the Spiritual Poetry, by Anna Polibina-Polansky

My soul is at lent. My thoughts are fasting.

My feelings are at mourn, though everlasting.

I am sitting and of thinking of that bliss

That lurked with its wings. It's the thing I miss.

My eyes are rolled at an amazing prayer.

My thoughts are universes; even greater

Than that. My mere existence blankly lasts.

I'm sorrowful. My soul is at fast.

I am a preacher for my own truth.

The cherubs stoop at me, of snow and youth.

I know by heart the words of misty psalms.

I keep endearing, those rising songs.

My soul waits for easy resurrections.

Reborn, the life yet needs love and protection.

I hear tunes appointed from beyond.

My pain and my joy, all come at a bond.

Rejoice and sing, as angels meekly do.

The world is meant, in happiness, for two.

04.03.2020; Moscow