Calming the Storm

And asked for funeral service,
Sat on a bench at the door’s handle,
And our talks saw through my eyes.

The way we sat in this same place,
The way we spoke about life,
Discussing all the worldly ways,
For sentence for an evil we both strived.

I asked him, where you’re coming from?
And how did you come up to God?
I lived my life and I have found my home
With those who came with Moses and apart.

Across the Black Sea full of wonders,
For forty years walked on straight,
I was with God as grief would pounder,
Striving to live in new world’s shade.

In Belarus I have been born,
And right before the war would start,
I suddenly became an orphan,
As my own home was torn apart.

I lived with very distant aunt of mine,
A little village, not so far from Minsk,
I got along with family of hers so fine,
And there I went to school to study.

As war came, I have only turned thirteen,
Fascists are everywhere with awful grief at feet,
They took us boys and there we were, fifteen,
To dig the soil next to forest as they always did.

To dig a trench so much deep,
To cover the ones killed right there,
They lead someone, I turn pale and weep,
The Jews for the death they prepare.

They lived in a village next from there,
A community whole and a Rabbi then.
They put them. Veins shake in a stare.
When suddenly German comes up to them,

Beckoning Rabbi with his finger,
He said: “You tell-them-any-word!” in barking voice,
He looked up all with awful fiery ginger,
Gave sweets to girls and all the little boys.

And as behind the Rabbi he then stood,
I thought of teacher right away:
What out of his heart he took,
What precious he’d still carry to this day.

And then a world, just like a diamond shone,
Flashing with priceless single line of word,
Arrested spoke like thunderstorm,
Shining like lighting, like an arrow’s cord:

“The friends of mine, my fathers and my brothers!
The sorrow came here for a reason bold,
Misfortune comes from times that are much farther,
And comes from hand that has been dealt by God.

Because back then our ancestors,
Have crucified the Christ of God,
Our branches have been cut from nesting,
By Father from the common rod.

And may today with our blood,
Baptized in God, baptized in Christ,
Forgive us and accept our love in heart,
Accept our souls in the Heavens high”.

He pulled the trigger, one who stood behind,
And quickly bullet flashed so near,
The Rabbi fell, only his curls’ strands few high,
They played with wind knowing no fear.

His eyes have flown far into the lands unknown,
Where he has found eternity to bear,
As if they welcome him so far in purest love,
And God Himself appeared in front near.

The bullets few, ripping the flesh apart,
The bodies rose, then fell into the ground,
Filling the pit we made right from the start,
I closed my eyes in fear with each clicking sound.

So many years have passed since then, but still
I can’t forget the woes of war survived,
And those who died there against their will,
And Rabbi still enchants my aching mind.

I take him as my own God-father since that time,
Because with word of faith, he gave me light,
With fateful act he did, he made me feel alive,
Waking me up for reason that has source deep inside.

I ran away to Monastery here back then,