Sunday, July 1, 2018




Glory to Thee, O Lord,
World without end
For endowing me with a miraculous might
To yield like earth,
To transform
Like water into the blessed wine
Touched with the almighty spark.

Glory to Thee, O Lord,
World without end
For multiplying my body
Possessed by love,
Translated into dear faces
Which lit me up
Like the light of Tabor
Shining perpetually.

Glory to Thee, O Lord,
World without end
For elevating me with the Logos
To reach the unimagined,
To collect the jewels of mind
Into the timeless string
To shine with Thee
World without end.

Glory to Thee, O Lord
World without end
For endowing me
With all-merciful love
While I glisten inspired
With Thy presence
Praising Thy might
Amazed by my

Glory to Thee, O Lord,
World without end
For our becoming relatives
Imbued with the Logos.


That touch of the hands,
That sublime giving
Occurred beyond recall.
As if we washed death
From our hands
Everything that used to be
Between us  for centuries.
We were gathered by the Logos.

As if we were born
In that joining of the hands,
In the bliss not felt before.

The water of the essence
Flows through us
Into our palms,
So that God's face reflects in it
And speaks through us.

God unites us, He is here to stay!
He has settled into our palms
And we keep Him to ourselves,
God is between as!
Milica Jeftimijevic Lilic


The holy fragrances of childhood follow us, they live in us!

It's Christmas Day. It is necessary to go to the forest,
to take  Holy Tree, to feed hungry birds.
And then in the evening, feed the fire to flare up,
At Christmas evening, it announces the Great Birth.

Preheating, standing on the stove Holy Tree,
On it there is a coin, for Peace and Bliss.

Then the host takes the eater and the jar,
I'm whispering, blessed, fly flying squirrels
As if they understand the game: How much of a fire
so many boys, how many bucks, so many sons!
How many stars, so many girls,
Lamb, every treasure! How many ...

Peace of God, Christ is born!
He would repeat the host for three times,
then he would have been admitted to the excitement
Happiness, delightful as part of the great secrets,
The New Birth of Christ while everyone is imagined
A strange shine as taken from God's face
In the mildly clear eyes, she screams from within.
Milica Jeftmijevic Lilic


MILICA JEFTIMIJEVIĆ LILIĆ was born at Lovac near Banjska, Kosovo & Metohija, on August 28, 1953. She graduated at the Faculty of Philosophy in Priština, and won a master's degree in philological sciences at the University of Belgrade. She was a professor at the University of  Priština, and editor on Belgrade TV. She has published the following collections of poems: Dark, Salvation (1955), The Hibernation (1998), The Travelogue of the Skin (2003), and a collection of stories The Subject-matter of the Case (2002). She has also published books of criticism: Poetics of the Premonition (2004), The Epsistomlogical Illuminations (2007), Critical Roots and Ranges (2011), The Exactness of the Secret (2012)…Partenon buildings of stars, (poetry) ,Arka Smederevo , Stari Kolašin,Zbin Potok, 2015… She also writes stories for children which have been published in Children's Papers, Jedinstvo, and other newspapers. Shi is represented in many anthologies and has many literary awards of national importance  as international...Her poems  and pieces of criticism have been translated into Russian, English, Italian, German, French, Hungarian,Macedonian, Turkish, Swedish, Polish and Arabic....more than 28 lenguages of world. She  was vice President of the Association of writers of Serbia, a member of literary society of writers of Kosovo and Metohija and a member of the Association of Journalists of Serbia. Lives in Belgrade since 1999.


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