A magnificent Temple of the Light
With towers glittering in the sun
Rises proudly to the height
Through the chaotic years run.
When passing by I always stare
Without noticing the crowd
It brings me holy atmosphere
With which I easily leave the ground.
Its domes are sparkling in sunrays
And something new is felt within.
I feel the fame of ancient days
and when the bell begins to ring
My soul stands still in admiration
And unexpected sudden gay
Is born with rapid inclination
To something ideal and divine!
This is the place when I feel rest
Where nothing is in spite of peace.
Here I forget about all bad
And only here all pain is ceased.
With snow-white pigeons spinning above
This majestic sacred place
Makes me stare more and more,
Filling my soul with thanks and prays
The Portrayals of the angels
And the statues of the Saints,
Dozens brightly burning candles
Inspire great hopes and the light.
Finding myself here
In these walls amidst
The divine atmosphere
I understand: the peace exists.
16.01.08.
