Elijah the Prophet
Elijah - the Lord of storms,
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.
The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.
Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods,
Summer has no more odds,
It can't argue with Gods
An angel in human form,
A harbinger of autumn,
Elijah records the men deeds
Riding on His steeds.
The glorious Elijah!
He lived a mysterious life,
He gave a new harvest rife,
He comes on Earth today
To save woods and hay
Sending rains to wash plains.
We'll wash up under the rain
In all countries and in Spain
To be saved from the evil eye,
For a life without a lie.
For a flight in a free sky.
Let's give reverence to the Prophet
He is an august sprocket.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 2nd of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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