Chapter 1 of “The Proven Life”
On this autumn day people come united before
The creator, take up a golden cross
Follow him toward the unknown horizon
Through tundra, tussocks, razor ice and new light.
Shallow crests upon the murky water
Wispy clouds roll overhead
Flowing toward the horizon.
Around the shore
Large fireflies dancing in the night
Capture the audience.
Whispering souls rising
From the burning wood
A living incense
Going where the wind commands.
I choose not to participate,
I need time to contemplate,
Think of existence given to me
Almighty God created that before my eyes.
He has forgiven sins of the souls
Into which he has been invited
The souls of those whose door has opened
To the stranger on the steps.