Chichikov

A TASK

By Pavel Chichikov

I have a task for you, He said

Difficult for such as you

Pray for every enemy

And those you wounded, not a few,

Unceasing ask it without stint

As if your own soul needed it

As it needs and as it will,

There is no better prayer to pray,

Pray it now without demur

Pray it always night and day,

For that is how you need to be

If you would rise and follow Me

All are Mine, a formal dust,

I made them be as be they must

From moistened particles of clay

Which rise and move and speak and pray,

But move they will with limbs of light

Body, soul to be made right

Then you must be woven of

Such cloth as is the cloth of love

And that is purely golden thread

Without a mixture of the dead

And if you all the wounds forgive

                  Repent as well and you will live 

WHEN THE CLOTH IS FINISHED 

By Pavel Chichikov

Will you let this rain of sorrow cease?

Yes I will, He says, in lovingness and peace

Shall we meet the loved ones whom we cherish,

Love them better till our grieving vanish?

In Me there is no sorrowing nor can there be,

For in My presence grief is banished instantly

And grant a consummation of our love for You?

Yes, so far above your love are all things new

When my Lord of light will it appear,

Will it be tomorrow’s day or night, next year?

It is My grace to weave such light from sorrow,

                  And when the cloth is finished never is tomorrow 



The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov