Dream

I had a dream. I was as an onlooker at a strange and even a wild show. I saw a boundless barren desert. It seemed the sun was in perpetual noon. Time had stopped. The great number people stood pending The End of The World. All people knew about The End of The World and were calm.
Two men stood at some distance and talked in low voices. The first man was a philosopher. The second man was a wanderer. 
- let's move off. I feel uncomfortable here, - the philosopher said.
- Ok, - agreed the wanderer. 
They moved away some distance from the crowd.
- It's interesting, is God real personage or not? - the wanderer asked.
- I don't know. We'll have possibility to see it, - the philosopher replied. - In any case God will become our reality soon. I all my life pondered over nature of things. I studied the life in all its manifestations but was unable to know God.
- I roamed about the world but didn't find God, - the wanderer agreed.
They talked about different topics a long time. The sun was ringing in their ears by hot voice: "God, God, God," - blood pounded in their heads.
- I think it is time to go, - the philosopher said.
- I agree, - the wanderer replied.
They have returned to the place which they left some times ago. They were shocked by what they saw. People in the white clothes were going along the road. These were the same people who had stood here not long ago. But now they looked different. Their clothes were dazzlingly white. Their faces were joyful. On the right side and the left side of the procession the Angels were going with light. All were going to Paradise.
- We are late, - said the philosopher. - What should we do?
- You will live to see another The End of The World, - Angel said.

White

It's white snow,
It's white light,
It's the White Face.
This is Light of Fire,
Light of my soul.
This is God's Light.
I am standing,
You are standing,
We are standing:
Someone with Fire,
Someone with a sword.
He sees everything
And nothing is hidden from His sight.

New day

There are many snow  in the field.
It's white, too white.
My horse trots across the field
And her shadow vanishes in light.
The clatter sounds in infinity space.
The bells prophesies to me.
New day brings the God's grace
And peace descends on me.

All is vanity!

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher and he was right.
We live don't able to see the sky and we call that, our life. Why?
We have sex and we call that, our love. Why?
We have a big house, a big car, a pretty wife, but
We are not happy. Why?
Becouse without God, our life is just vanity of vanities.