Calming the Storm. Протоиерей Олег Штельман

      And still, with everything told,

      Lord has mercy for all people living,

      For everyone’s souls in sunrise unfold,

      In changes to happen, He is believing.

      Let us trace the blindness and the bliss away,

      And open up our eyes from this oblivion sleep,

      And towards Heavens and the truth, let's have our say,

      And leave what should be left and keep what is to keep!

      Just like a mother, caring for her little one,

      This way our Lord is taking care of men out there,

      He feeds, gives water, clothes, we are not alone,

      As His strong hand is holding us with care.

      Yet, some will say in disbelief,

      – I always feed myself alone,

      And if my bed, I will not leave,

      Who carries food to my own home?!

      Of course, it's right, and there is truth,

      But hurry up to take a look around,

      At all this world so wise, easy to get confused,

      My friend, that's where all what we take is found.

      How do you really see the God?!

      What would you like to believe in:

      You're staying upon sofa, deep in thought,

      And He's your servant that has to come in.

      A cup of wine?! Or maybe some more beer?!

      A roasted meat, and lobsters come along,

      And you are chewing, drinking, as you steer,

      Of what else should be quickly done.

      As you are stuck in your TV,

      Cheering for your favorite soccer team,

      And your harem you cherish with the eyes that see,

      Proclaiming: I believe just as I seem!

      Alas, the lazy are not in God's favour,

      And even the forefather Adam,

      Living in Paradise, was hard in labour,

      And God the Father always worked along.

      In Sacred Scriptures we can read:

      That God has worked hard for six days,

      Creating world of beauty so complete,

      Our Father rested on the seventh day.

      Just tell me, isn't it a miracle we see,

      That sun is rising in the morning?!

      Confess, has it been done by you and me?!

      Of course, the gifts from God, as you're learning.

      Yet, isn't it just great when evening falls

      And when the young moon comes or moon of late,

      And all the stars with crystals scattered rolls

      Beloved Heavens with rare beauty decorate.

      The Earth is growing wheat for you and I,

      The beet and cabbages' harvest,

      A soil will feed from bits of raining from the sky,

      Filling the rivers and the oceans with no rest…

      And there it’s filled with different fsh,

      The gifts of Sea are miracles to follow!

      All metals to be found inside, turquoise,

      As hands of men will seek inside the soil.

      One finds the diamonds and the oil, gifts from God,

      And gas, the marble, and cement…

      Live, love, and work straight from your heart,

      Remember of eternity and of its covenant.

      Yet, men cannot just live in peace,

      And passions of this world cannot allow,

      To break away from pride and let it be beneath,

      To live free until all these chains fall.

      Here is the hatred and malice,

      Hence, envy and the slander,

      Insatiable maw that's never pleased,

      From dusk till dawn, it is pounding.

      Giving birth to the wars, destruction, and death,

      The tears of widows like a river flow.

      But those with money only hear them less,

      Of others' grief they never know.

      And, therefore, I'm here arguing today,

      And what I'm trying here to tell always:

      It's only Christ that saves this world, I say,

      In hymns to Lord, I'll give my sincere praise.

      I'm sure that everything will have another start,

      Once our world a call of Christ will hear

      Living according to Commandments left by God,

      There’ll be no pain, no misery, no fear.

      Yet, they will ask, how will it happen, whether?

      How will it suddenly arrive?

      Let's learn to live in God together:

      Once there is love, it starts to strive.

      A family's father will not fornicate,

      One husband, one wife, no betrayal and tears,

      No drinking, no fighting, no tyranny's hate,

      As Man acts as guardian of family's peace.

      And mother with a dove of tender heart,

      Living for husband and her children,

      With her eye poignant and sharp,

      With love of wisdom will obey.

      And people with their kindness pure,

      Will start to be there for each other,

      There'll be no place for grief at all,

      All countries will behave like brothers.

      An end to war, to robberies just no more chance,

      A covenant of Christ, a covenant of love,

      For all the Divine Law at once,

      Will be for centuries from God above.

      The gardens then will start to bloom for joy,

      For simple men and those who wisdom hold,

      A sweetness of a paradise may then return,

      That's what bequeathed to our fathers as foretold.

      Then people will hear a voice so eternal,

      A call of God's Son, a call of dear Christ,

      Immortal call accept as you are turning

      And then in Him you all shall resurrect.[1]