Sunday, January 1, 2017

ALICJA KUBERSKA

ALICJA KUBERSKA

CHRISTMAS SEASON
Light is born on the longest night.
Love and goodness show the way in the darkness,
A chance to break selfishness.

Time slows and strikes the hours reflectively,
Faces appear from the crowd,
It’s possible to smile, say a few nice words.

Empathy and tenderness have a sweet taste,
Mercy generously bestows gifts,
Time for rebirth






EXPECTATION
Empty chair by the Christmas table.
Thousands of glittering flames
Dance on colorful ornaments.
The whole world trembles, it slowly rocks.
Green spruce smells like the woods.

Like Ariadne, I weave
Angel hair into memories and silence.
I return to happy hours,
To events that are now but dreams.
I listen to every murmur, rustle.
It seems, that at last I will hear
Familiar footsteps on the other side of the door






EVE
This is only once a year -

For heaven is approaching Earth.
Quiet flows like the veil.
Disputes, quarrels disappear.

Less
Sadness, despair
Children's tears
Emptiness in the hearts
Lonely old men.

Love and mercy.

It is a pity, that this is not every day
Man to man - brother.
Peace






CHRISTMAS
There is still time.

Today she revels in the first cry.
She marvels at the tiny fingers
And  listens to the infant’s breath.

It’s for them that the stars shine,
The comet points the way,
The music flows from angels’ wings.

There is still time.

Someday she will cry
ALICJA KUBERSKA




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