STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
If you were destined to experience
Hopelessness
Its icy indiference
Desert or foggy uniformity
Its bars or walls tenacity
Its oceans abysmal bottomlessness
If you had to live trough it
Not accepting it
Not understanding why
And you called on God in vain
Since hopelessness was silent
Or that there is God denied
When you were child or old man defenseless
By strangers or relatives harmed
Or you were very sick or injured
In war or in an accident
Or you have been persecudet, imprisoned
Expelled, ridiculed
Or even if you have been a victim
Of torture, terror, genocide
Know that your suffering
And of despair your streams
Were not revenge, sadism, punishment
They were decision and gift from God
Were flowers from God
Stigmatize angelic kisses
Lanterns that light to Him
Your way or stairs
Because God is truth about everything
Because God is greatest happiness
He gave you a chance deep suffering
To many people inacessible
The suffer is necessary for our souls
To be closer to Him enjoy
And only trough suffering
And only trough streams despair
Our souls can wander trough space-time
To get to know, it understand
To free it from evil and deadness
Our souls are lucky to be God helpers
More and more perfectes
This is from God privileges
Try to get from God flowers
Your suffering is only moment
These flowers will never fade
They are like a diadems
Stigma pact our souls with God
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children