Tvrda je riječ ljubavi, čak jača od smrti
znade češće na leđa težak teret da uprti
moćna je da pokreće svaku zadanu riječ
svrhovito, ljekovito, kao matična mliječ.
Obilno da doprinosi, u temelju da ruši
srca, umove bez milosti, primisli da buši
oživljava i podiže iz bunja, rake, kanala
uskrišava smrtnike prepuna smilovanja.
Da vida rane melemom istinskog ganuća
da uskoči i spašava iz svakog potonuća
doziva i ječi sve dok odzdrav se ne čuje
jer riječi ljubavi duše, neizmjerno štuje.
Duboko prodire u tu česticu kreacije
gdje nevažne su sasvim reputacije
jer stvorenje Božje baštini postojanje
nebrojivo u odnosu sa više ili manje.
Slavi zahvalnost u svoj svojoj biti
isprepleće magnetno života niti
iskazuje čast u istini i na mjeru
apsolutna da proslavi datost cijelu.
Bez pretvaranja i lažnih pripisivanja
kad jedno je stvarnost i njena misija
gdje kalkulacija i interes nisu dobitak
a istina se ne upisuje u mentalni svitak.
Pa stvara konfuzije, patnju, kaos, bol
gdje sustiže je moždani i srčani slom
savjest koja vrišti, a rutina stvara mir
želje, volje i djela plešu taj krvavi pir.
Okolnosti uvjetuju riječ, a ona realnost
nije to doktrina, kažnjavanje, banalnost
već dozrijevanje, davanje i jednostavnost
kad u tebi glasno pjeva: ljubav je radost.
S ljubavlju, Željka
Autor: Željka Šabić
Hard is the word of love, even stronger than death;
it knows more often to place a heavy burden on your back.
It is powerful enough to set every given word in motion—
purposeful, healing, like royal jelly.
Abundant in giving, yet able to break foundations,
piercing hearts and minds without mercy;
it revives and lifts from pits, graves, and canals,
resurrecting mortals, brimming with compassion.
It brings sight to wounds with the balm of true tenderness,
leaps in and rescues from every drowning;
it calls and echoes until the words “I am healed” are heard,
for the words of love honor souls beyond measure.
It reaches deep into that particle of creation
where reputations are utterly meaningless,
for God’s creature inherits existence—
countless, compared with more or less.
It celebrates gratitude within its very being,
magnetically weaving the threads of life;
it shows honor in truth and in measure,
absolute, to glorify the whole of what is given.
Without pretense or false attributions,
when there is one reality and its mission,
where calculation and self-interest bring no gain,
and truth is not written on a mental scroll.
Then it creates confusion, suffering, chaos, pain,
where mental and heartbreak overtake it;
a conscience screams, while routine creates calm—
desires, wills, and deeds dance a bloody round.
Circumstances condition the word, yet it is reality;
it is not doctrine, punishment, or banality,
but ripening, giving, and simplicity,
when within you it loudly sings: love is joy.
With love,
Željka
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