Written by Dora Markulić
All Saint’s Day
Bright fireflies and with them red houses
Surely there are thousands and thousands
Of them, whose sparks merge with Heaven
And against evil this is the best weapon.
We still don’t know what the beginning is after the end
And the fear of fear is our closest friend.
When darkness and loneliness tear our souls apart
All that remains is to pray to the Lord for a new start.
There are many people who have trodden the paths
And who put their lives in God’s hands.
They couldn’t get a better reward
to become our intercessors with the Lord.
We call them saints and know their names
But our prayers are still in flames
Burning with desire that our loved ones come
To the same place after this life and saints become.
Let’s remember them these days
In these days, covered by haze
When we bring them flowers and with a silent prayer
we also for holiness prepare.