Treasuring Rain

The cobalt blue clouds spread their magic bright
The forest trees are richly finding light
Amid narcissus fields in another time
Having eaten dinner early we away go 
Wondering through stone and river bed
I turn to him,
He is a sunshine to behold
He promises to return.
 
From where he is being sent
Perhaps the clouds will comfort
His weary soul and heart 
I know he must depart
And yet I hold on tight, for heaven's sake. 

Amid the farm, we grew up together
All livestock bred and fed
The field was plowed, the doorways closed. 
 
Our world was safe, I loved you to the end. 
This love of my heart. I hold you in my memory.
Yet not knowing how to remember you well. 

Alone. I see you in a chair. A kiss farewell,  
Before you go to war. 
That takes your life forever from me. 

So youthful and joyful, we were back then.
Just ice skating hand-in-hand. Another lifetime. 
Other names. And Peter understood. 
And maybe I did too. We were the ones.

We made a choice to care and stay. 
We didn't want, the war to blind us. 
To shred our hearts to pieces, yet 
The powers that be were told. 

Our peaceful countryside. 
The peace preserved.
My sweetheart, maybe this God 
of Yours is you. He shines in your eyes
So true! 
 
I never met a sweeter time.
When we were children. We were 
just daffodils and cherubs to behold. 
Without much tragedies or tears. 
 
When the bread was bread
And wine was wine. 
Who made us so divine? 
He did call out to us!
Yes, we are still his at heart!
And chosen by the Higher One. 
A good Teacher, he came to be. 
Of Elohim, Yahweh, and Adonai. 

Who could we be but ourselves? 
The Lord had changed us a lot.
Perhaps my Pushkin text did rot.
Or what did Tolstoy said - to justify
the means to rule with iron like he does. 

How is it that he spoke to God? How 
did he know of our complexity and faith?
What did Pilatus say to Jesus,
today? 
Other than come aboard, and stay. 
Be a guest in my house, innocence.

He's compassion. By Him life is saved and
given faith to rise again, or lest be never
heard at all. I breath the confidence of God, 
who has together wept, woven, and created
day. Or was it goddess? Was it she?

I pray for unity of these spheres. 
I pray for elegance each day. 

Foe or friend, you know who you are.
If you are the lover of my soul and heart,
remain. But if wickedness and judgement 
or scorn do rise, then love you more, but 
change your way.

Have faith my darling that this earth is not remorse
It's joy and singing form each day. We just don't hear 
them well enough to see. 

I know this beauty is another day. 
I know this memory gives way.  
Yet I faithfully pursue this path. 

I see you and I see how this is universe beyond me. 
I pray for confidence to be myself and just to be
A faithful heart and to be loved and faithfully love back. 
This life is stranger than The Hours, Than whatever else 
Is seen and known. 

I see this in dimentions and I pray that the Lord keeps me 
faithfully and does not harshly change his mind this day. 
My learning will be a gradual stairway, yet maybe halls and 
rooms too. 
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There's so much new and so much that I can do. 
So much potential to remember this rainy day. 
In rain we were conceived, given birth to, and relieved. 
I love you. 

February 15, 2018. 
Copyright, Olga Dvornikova. 
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