Life is
full of beauty
But it’s
not full
For most of
us
It is not even
real beauty
Life is
full of music
Which someone
wrote a long time ago
But in our own
souls
Mostly noise
and emptiness
Life is
full of joy
Cheap and
abrupt
It comes
from substance
Whether alcohol,
fashion or ideology
Our forefathers
Had a
valley, lake and forest
Had a
church, an icon and war service
And the
rest was God’s grace
