I never trusted all those,
Who spoke about love with the thick Book in hands.
I escaped from the worn out schemes,
I was afraid to be at all in fools.
Until I have not died
On turn squeal of brakes,
Then impact and a shot of fire in heavens.
On sidewalk blood ...
On it from above flows look my eyes.
I did not feel a pain.
I did not feel fear.
I saw only light and love
In His eyes.
I did not trust, that behind feature someone is,
I did not trust in a long way endlessly.
Yet Jesus...
With eyes of my father has not seen that beside here.
I still should have time to tell,
That wait for us with love in heavens.
That there is still time to accept,
All that love, having overlooked about mountain and fear.
