Promień Słońca

Tsaghadzor Village, Armenia

A smile that strikes the soul
like the sunbeam searing through
a gap in the clouds after a storm…

Would that sunbeam only
shine upon my upturned face,
choosing its landing place

like the resolute convergence
of a sword on its quivering victim-
supplication and saccharine capitulation.

Mine is a jealous heart,
possessive of sunbeams…


Sitting beneath the altar
of He who is so revered,
the echoey silence
and incense float like
gossamer fit for the virgin
Queen who reigns here-

Eyes closed, breathing in
the faith that is not my own,
not even certain that I have
any of it in my heart to hold-

Tears drop for a sadness I
cannot name nor know from
where it came, sliding onto
the grandiose foundation
of the Heavenly palace

staining it with the mortal
sins of a faithless libertine.

Miłość to Decyzja


Noravank Monastery, Armenia

Love is but a decision.

The decision to go.
The decision to stay.

The decision to keep coming back.
The decision to return.

All of love is the decision
to stay bound, tied

across the seas and skies,
the mountains and rivers.

Love is the decision that we are,
that we will continue to be,

that we are alive- Together.