Letter #1. First Love. 

I remember very well the day you came to this world. That was Me, Me personally Who created you with My own hands. I breathed My life into every fibre of your being. I fulfilled your soul with the wind of Mine. I gave you palms which keep warmth inside and eyes which notice beauty of My creations. Creations I gave you power over them and you found a name for each of them. I trusted you care for everything I had created for you. I wanted you to thoughtfully reign over animals and nature around. And I was so much in love with the way you had been doing it… 
 

I didn’t want you to be alone. I knew your dream and I breathed life into her. She is your flesh and your inspiration. Your family. I hid My tenderness into her. I taught her how to take care of you. I asked you to protect her. To love her. To love her the way I love you. I told you about unity and harmony. You could feel them in being with Me and her. Her, your only one for entire life.

Your excitement had been bringing me so much joy. I smiled every time you would close your eyes to enjoy sunlight on your face. I remember the moment we were dying laughing at your first joke. I remember peaceful and beautiful dreams you’d been watching them every night. I remember our walks through the garden (I made it specifically for you). I was interested in every thought you gave it to Me, every small thing you noticed around. You could recognize Me and My handwriting. You loved to create because I created you by My image. You are My very best creation. I wanted you to remember it. Every day of your life.

Your every word, every action, every look was a reflection of My love. I created you for this. Our talks were sank in correlation and we talked about the whole universe. You were not afraid of me. No, you had called Me your Friend and rested in My presence. You wanted to be next to Me every moment. You were amazed by Me and the way I made you. There was no end for your questions. I loved to answer all of them. I enjoyed how perfect and whole you were. I enjoyed your pure eyes, I could see all of your soul in them.

Yes, I gave you a soul that needs Me. The soul that becomes thirsty when I am not around. The soul to remind you: you were meant for eternity. I created you to give you love and care. There was nothing else which made Me smile so sincere as time we had spent together.

I miss you…

                                                                                                                                          God

колискова

шепіт вечірній

світлом настільним

сумом натільним

дихає вільно

 

а колискова

зимньо-казкова

словом малює

усе, що почує

 

тихо на стінах

колишуться тіні

чорним і срібним

щоб спалося мирно

 

спи…

                   

 

 

The Dead Leaf

Who thinks about dead leaves when the spring comes? The forest just wakes up from three months of a frozen silence. It wakes up naked but never ashamed of its natural beauty, and tries to remember words it used to know before the first snow came. It faces the spring sun and covers itself with flowers as a special kind of freckles.

“Hello.” The Forest stretches its branches to the blue morning sky. “Hello,” The Shining Sun answers back. I’ve heard their dialogue while standing right in the middle of The Forest. It allowed me to walk through its heart.

“I missed you”

Wait, what? I stopped for a moment. The Forest held its branches back and became silent. The Sun hid it’s face into a curly cloud. Who’s here talking to me? I kept walking faster.

“I missed you”

“I missed you”

“I missed you”

“I missed you”

I looked around. The Forest became silent again. “Here.” I looked down at the ground. There, in the very heart of The Beautiful Forest I saw dead leaves, buried by numbness of time. “This is how much I missed you.” The Forest whispered with a dead leaf on a young branch. A stream of light pierced the leaf, and I saw 16 stories The Forest wrote there while dying missing The Sun. “This is how much I missed you”.

Who thinks about dead leaves when the spring comes? The wind blew away the dead leaf and weaved it into the carpet of other forgotten leaves. The Sun started to cry with sparkling raindrops. “Here.” I looked down at the ground. There, in the very heart of The Beautiful Forest I saw a naive green Sprout, pushing aside dead stories of the past winter. “This is how much I missed you,” smiled The Sun through tears.