The rescue

Crazed in search of bread
The millstones of the life of the crushed
Landed, we are drawn to the sky
So desperate, so incomprehensible ..
We forgot that we are from there,
Entangling each other with vanity.
We insist that we do not believe in miracles
But we fly in dreams for some reason.
We put on other people's masks
To sound like gods
A simple good tales
They walk and roam under our feet.
And when falling to your knees
Stunned by running in a circle
Suddenly you get lost in a passionate prayer
The tale will quietly reach out.
The gates will melt the locks
The heavy chains will open
Bright secrets will come closer
And the Covenants will become clearer ...
And krynitsa with living water
Hold it in the palm of your hand ...
Can't you hear? -Lord be with you!
I see your hour has not yet struck ... (s)

(The author of the poem is unknown to me. And Google did not help me. The poem itself has been very popular for a long time)

This is what my picture is about.