Olga Valerevna

Olga Valerevna Dec 2019

if the clouds had eyes, would they ever see you?
would you show them both everything you’ve been through?
if the sky could speak, would you even hear it?
would you speak in turn, only with your Spirit?
if The Sun came now, would you catch a fever?
would your Soul burn red — follow the deceivers?
if The Truth had Hands, would you long to hold Them?

“would you lay yours down? I will make them Golden!”

“И введу эту третью часть в огонь, и расплавлю их, как плавят серебро, и очищу их, как очищают золото: они будут призывать имя Мое, и Я услышу их и скажу: «это Мой народ», и они скажут: «Господь — Бог мой!»”
‭‭Книга пророка Захарии‬ ‭13:9‬ ‭

Olga Valerevna Dec 2019

Where Nothing at the Bottom

if Love can survive in the ocean
I’ll follow its waves to Your heart
I’ll swim with an army of fishes
and wait for the waters to part

I’ll open my eyes for a second
to see if I still see at all
the saltiest part of my body
will seek You where ever You are

if Love is survived by the ocean
I’ll sink like a stone in Your Grace
I’ll wait at the bottom, where nothing
can keep me from seeing Your Face

“Советую тебе купить у Меня золото, огнем очищенное, чтобы тебе обогатиться, и белую одежду, чтобы одеться и чтобы не видна была срамота наготы твоей, и глазною мазью помажь глаза твои, чтобы видеть.”
‭‭Откровение 3:18‬

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

In the hurry of the heart

if you thought with your heart and felt with your mind
then would you go backward or forward in Time?
if Words had a pulse and a beat of Their Own
would you feel them moving inside of your bones?
if aches of the head became aches of the heart
then would you be able to handle the harm?

if there were an answer to all that you ask
then where would you feel it or know it at last?

on impulsive behavior.
“Итак, братия мои возлюбленные, всякий человек да будет скор на слышание, медлен на слова, медлен на гнев, ибо гнев человека не творит правды Божией. Посему, отложив всякую нечистоту и остаток злобы, в кротости примите насаждаемое слово, могущее спасти ваши души. Будьте же исполнители слова, а не слышатели только, обманывающие самих себя. Ибо, кто слушает слово и не исполняет, тот подобен человеку, рассматривающему природные черты лица своего в зеркале: он посмотрел на себя, отошел и тотчас забыл, каков он. Но кто вникнет в закон совершенный, закон свободы, и пребудет в нем, тот, будучи не слушателем забывчивым, но исполнителем дела, блажен будет в своем действии.”
‭‭Послание Иакова‬ ‭1:19-25

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Return

you want to know how to remember
all the stories I’ve learned to forget
but now that My Teacher is leaving
you will have to consult your own head
begin with a vow gone unspoken
every word that is feeding your mind
then ask for a pen that is Perfect
that on paper will mend you with Rhyme
make way for a body of answers
to the questions you learned to forget
you may not remember My Teacher
oh but He’ll return soon, once again

“Вот, Я посылаю Ангела Моего, и он приготовит путь предо Мною, и внезапно придет в храм Свой Господь, Которого вы ищете, и Ангел завета, Которого вы желаете; вот, Он идет, говорит Господь Саваоф.” Малахии‬ ‭3:1‬ ‭

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Red Wreath

the Moon became crimson in color
the night that your star disappeared
I watched the whole World reach the morning
while waiting for you to be here
my memories turned into secrets
the kind only you knew to keep
I’ll see you whenever I see you
‘til then you’re the red in the wreath

for you, the intelligent star.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

Valgo Vera

I used to be good at believing
the life that I lived wasn’t real
but now that it’s nearly December
my bones are too cold not to feel
I used to pretend I was dreaming
enough to escape my own thoughts
but now that my eyes are not closing
I have not had the sleep that I ought
I used to await conversation
give meaning to moments in speak
but now that my tongue has been broken
I have nothing but Silence to seek

how suddenly, “used to’s,” start dying
when none of them bear any weight
and out comes The Time to remind you
I Was Then, I Am Now, by your Faith

Valera, Vera & Olga.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Coated Scroll

I penned you like an anagram connected to a scroll
     that poured itself like  honey  over wounds inside my Soul
I thought away my treason as I sang you like a song
and heard my voice repeating: “you’ve been with me all along”
The Sun was in your eyes the day you wandered into me
  and entered both of mine the night I thought I’d never see
         I must’ve been asleep with all the knowledge in my head
              until you put your hand in mine and woke me from the dead

awake in the dead of Winter, coated by a calm.