Morning of the Intercession
Poetic Reflections Early A.M. Kyiv, Ukraine 10/14/2021
In the virgin morning, the city still sleeps
An hour before dawn, crisp Autumn air
Leaves scatter and fall, an occasional car
Races by, and the quiet folds back
Upon itself, streetlights dance and flicker
Untouched beauty even here in the filthy city
Soon the worker ants will grudgingly wake
The bus and car fumes will stifle again
Tranquility on these crowded urban streets
This one today has no earthly work to take him away
As the cold penetrates every fiber of his solemn being
He trudges on to the only place that makes sense in it all
Yet, Man, or at least most of the teeming mass of flesh
That grinds its way through day after ever toiling day
Does not find solace or sense which this one pursues
He pities them as their labor invades their very souls
Pushes them to pursue all that is new and gold
Bowing before his Intercessor, he sighs, then prays.
