Calm Model

Terenti The Herbalist

The soul needs rest.
The soul ripens with peace.
Who did not communicate with silence –
That my soul knows.
Doesn't know anything about her.:
Not heard of it, nor singing,
No expectations, no regrets;
Incense neither marvelous nor the oil
He didn't eat with her.,
When, case after, the day,
Leaning on the all-night vigil,
The shadow covers the earth,
The lamps steplib sunset –
The secret to prayer and good…
Everything in this life is irrevocable…
"But not the soul" – a whisper of peace…