By Pavel Chichikov
I saw Himself, the resurrected One
Walking in the woods – the flowering cherry
Made us both stand still to see the sum
Of what has been, and will be on a Sunday
He covered with His shawl to watch and pray –
I prayed with Him, to see His mother Mary
Carry well her child – all others carry
Who would bear this spring, in memory,
The kindness of the Father and the Son
He blessed Himself with many crosses – so –
Removed His shawl of daylight fringed with shadow –
Became an old man with a cane, unsteady,
To see the flowering dogwood and the cherry
