In Thy Kingdom remember us, O Lord, when Thou comest into Thy Kingdom.
From space our Earth looks like a little blue ball. Absolutely unprotected. Vulnerable to the darkness, which conquers people’s souls, which spreads with bursts, makes the very earth red-hot.
The Globe made red-hot.
The frequenсy and amount of victims makes us used to it, becomes a habit, makes us indifferent. А man’s life is depreciated, his death is unnoticed.
The bursts are near — in Moscow, everywhere around the world. Now — horror in Syria. It is impossible to realize. Tearing heart apart. Meanwhile, shopping on TV.
Souls flying away.
Birds are like souls, like prayer through the dark. How much grief there should be to clarify the hearts? It is only a common grief, common suffering can unite, rally up people against the impending aggressive blackness.