I believe in the dream, although there is no way to shine, I believe in love, although I do not feel it, I believe in God, as it happens. Writing on one of the walls about the concentration camp in Germany near the Holocaust I believe: the sun is. And it’s dark, The fog is prickly, board... And still a gift It's growing darkly - and it's hearing... The soul is caressed amidst the leaden gloom! I believe: love. I’ll tell you what the heart is like The intensity of the heat has not yet been felt, Patience and tenderness, always press in and open the doors To the divine Palace, to the heavenly light of goodness. I believe in the Lord. I say it everywhere There is a barrage of evil due to the evil and hatred of Deification of the calf, idols and Jews - The creative reflection of crooked mirrors... God can’t be bothered - in the agony of a suffering voice Holy sacrifices that were sold for nothing, Christ - the Primordial Logos - of the crucifixion on the cross. Saves from sin, from slavery and guilt.
