Emotional Poetry Reading and Reflection

I love poetry.

Go on.

And God,

probably wept too when

proudly and loudly, He spoke

to an orphan and placed His

hand upon her brow.

He walked through blocks of ruin, scraping His

fingers raw and bloody. He took a little child in His

arms

and, like a father,

embraced them.

He shielded the walls with Himself so they would not

crumble. He fell,

fell to His knees, and kept dying

from the war,

not on a cross.

He died in Kherson, Odesa, Kyiv,

Dnipro. He was with the boys in

captivity. He was with us in

the war,

and we

lay down to sleep with Him, hiding behind

two walls. Once again, we took up

shovels and walked through the snow

toward spring.

And God brought us water in a rag,

one loaf of bread for us all. We

walked for centuries toward freedom

and still walk today. Such is the time.

We walked for centuries toward freedom

and still walk today. Such is the time.

My dear, sooner or later we will

st-stutter different poems, but we will remember, we

We won't forget anything. Right?

Yes.

You recited the poem wonderfully. Well done!

That was magical.

Do you want to say something?

Yes,

I'll step out for a minute.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll step out for a minute.

Good afternoon! We wanted to give you a little gift as a

memento.

We simply came from a settlement

that, unfortunately, hardly exists anymore.

A little piece of our heart for you as a

keepsake.

Believe me, this settlement will definitely be

rebuilt.

Thank you. Thank you.

It can't be any other way. When those birds return, we will all

live to see that time.

Zlata, sweetheart, be careful! Come on, go with them.

Thank you, Zlata! Thank you.

Zlata, I'm truly impressed by your

emotional depth.

I look into your eyes and realize that you're very grown-up.

I want you

to stay a child

just a little longer, and for you to have

a bright childhood.

Well done.

Sweetheart, let me kiss you on the forehead.

I’m not, of course, not the very best, but I’m an artist and I really

want

your artistry to keep developing.

Kissed by Boklan.

You’re talented, charming, beautiful.

And I really like that you’re telling

a story.

Yes.

You tell it with your heart and your own feeling.

Though, to be honest, I wish she were reading different poems.

Well, of course.

But these are the times. Run to your mom. Well,

is there anything to say here? Thank you for coming all this way.

Thank you for being such bright lights, and for both being birds.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There are three of you, right? Yes, of course.

We’re very grateful to you.