Are we humans or beasts?
Do we shine or have we fallen?
Whose gates are these?
Did we take what we gave away? You seek a smile,
Here, I shall now kiss the muddy face,
But first expose your layers to me,
It is nothing yet everything. You go on,
With a gap of ambiguous collective images,
You were hesitating, but nevertheless give it a try,
To be above a servant. #VladimirSorak #poetry
From the heavenly realm, lend me your gaze,
So your wings can tell me about freedom,
To please my soul and tempt my sighs,
Towards the light to guide me closer.
You used to be a bearer of a new life,
With an olive branch the world was reborn,
In small things your beauty lies,
In you the Spirit towards eternity it flies.
When burden overpowers us,
And our soul, as long time ago, it gives in,
Forget our unspoken message all the same,
And remind us of Lord’s glori
When walking down towards the unknown,
do you hear my thoughts whispering your name,
or try to remember the words we never said?
Without the other...we are both to be blamed. Do you only seek me in the depth of your dreams,
while your heart sleeps in my unrest,
in the world of wishes, away from everything,
where our lips are sealed full of zest? Sometimes I wonder whether you believe,
that our love is greater than the oceans;
against the stream that we can swi
Irene Koronas is an Orthodox poet, painter and poetry editor at Wilderness House Literary Review. She has spent her whole life capturing the very essence of life and its extra-ordinariness of even simple moments. My life begins with lots of people, relatives, apartment dwellers, neighbors from all parts of the world, store keepers selling penny candy and stray cats. Mother let us have kittens. Because we lived on main street the kittens were often run over by cars. We never o
Enduring the pain
As He hung on the cross,
Despising the shame,
Though He did not count it for loss.
The rocks were rent,
The old saints did live;
Before the day was spent,
Body and blood did He give.
The Red Sea of Hades was parted,
An exodus of those in captivity;
The work the forerunner started,
Completed in Christ's divinity.
Appearing in a hidden form,
He walked with the ones He chose;
As quickly as He rebuked the storm,
His earthly ministry cam
How long can one man stand?
For his whole life is but a day;
Leaving footprints in the sand,
Only for the winds of time to blow away.
With olive oil in his lamp,
Hammer and chisel in his hand;
On the walls of life he makes his stamp,
Then his soul departs this land.
Paintings and pictures,
Letters and numbers;
As the artist slumbers,
His mind mixes the colors.
Pen and penknife
Were the friends of Leonardo;
And though he had no wife,
Marble was marr
Are we living in the last days?
We certainly well may be…
If so we must now change our ways,
For this could be the last century.
And when the heavens are rolled up like a scroll,
And the Master of the vineyard returns,
What can man do to save his soul?
For the Lord seeks the heart that burns.
So let this mind be in you,
Which was also in Christ Jesus;
Doing that which God would have us do,
And not what suits and pleases us.
We all have a purpose and a call
A young girl of seventeen
Goes to a party one night
She starts to check out the scene
And everything looks alright
Time passes by
And she has a few drinks
Then she starts to get high
And her conscience mind sinks
It's a teenage calamity
Having a crisis of identity
Peer pressure pressing
Bon fire burning
School is in session
But no body learning
There is no adult supervision
The children act out what they see on television
A boy of eighteen gets a sp
The Fields of Righteousness
Plowed with a hand that turns not back
A higher plain of consciousness
And a harvest of understanding it does not lack
The rains fell in the spring
The sun shown in summer
All day long the workers sing
For the diligent seldom slumber
Grapes for wine
Olives for oil
If we take our time
Patience won't spoil
The earth was tilled and watered
And in the soil a seed was sown
Yet in its branches no fruit was offered
For the tree ha
How did I get here,
Where am I going?
Why do I have this fear,
Of living but never knowing?
Can I get back up,
Can I make it on my own?
Am I able to drink this cup,
Am I destined to live life all alone?
Can I make it back,
Can I come in from the cold?
Do my sails need a little slack,
Should I be more bold?
What shall I do,
What shall I say?
What is waiting for me,
What should I pray?
Oh God, come and save me;
Oh Holy Mary, come to my aid.
Remembering my early youth,
Bringing joy to my mind;
Like the day I lost my first tooth,
And when the bus left me behind.
Getting into fights,
Only to become best friends;
Staying up on summer nights,
Then our vacation ends.
Elementary school and Junior high,
Then on to college and careers;
How quickly the time does fly,
Laughing and shedding tears.
Climbing trees and kicking stones,
Building castles in the sand;
Eating candies and ice cream cones,
Journey well, Maria,
To your casa in the valley;
Hurry, sweet Señorita,
For there is no time to dilly-dally.
Walk quickly down the path,
The one you know so well,
Comforted with Moses’ staff,
To cast off the evil spell.
Keep walking my Dear Lady,
Walk swiftly through the trees,
For the forest grows dark and shady,
And whispers are carried in the breeze.
Be careful not to dash a foot
On the rocks, the stones, and pebbles;
For evening falls as black a
The façade is a cover,
Inside is the Book;
There is magic to discover
If you would just take a look.
The circle is full,
Yet unclear to some;
Wise, then a fool,
And back to square one.
To the man on the street,
To the woman in my bed;
The babies at my feet,
And the thoughts in my head.
When looking all around,
We cannot see ourselves;
Our minds were once sound,
Now our charts are on shelves.
The air is getting hot
While many hearts grow cold;
Oh strong willed son,
How many steps have you taken?
How long ago you begun;
How sure you weren't mistaken.
You traveled down many a path
And stopped at many homes along the way;
You tasted God's love and His wrath,
But for a time you were led astray.
Was it gold that you sought?
Was it a woman you desired?
All the battles that you fought
Made your soul sick and tired.
Now twilight is dawning
And the day is far spent;
You didn't answer your calling,