“And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud;
and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire...
And he had in his hand a little book open;
and he set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth,
And cried with a loud voice, as when a lion roareth;
and when he had cried seven thunders uttered their voices”.
(The Revelation of St. John the Divine 10, 1-3)
It has come the time, and seven angels have already blown their pipes, but we are quiet and selfconsentrated.
The Great Ocean has almost covered us by its water coat and the earth is ready to crack.
A storm of great power blows up the trees and throws them high above us, right into the dark and terrible sky.
We can not breathe, we really become blind and helpless at the sight of such an incredible force.
We are just two travelers hidden deep in the truck, and our hearts are full of peace and quiet.
We feel some wonderful power that leads us ahead, through the horror of the storm,
through the pain and fear by the narrow road to the world of beliefe andlove.
And there is a golden rainbow above and a face of an angel, watching us.
The only thing we here are the words in our soul, the words
of a song: “The song of the waves, the song of the wind...”
"And when the seven thunders spoke their voices, I wanted to write it down,
and I heard the voice
say not to write what I have heard..."
(The Revelation, 10,1-3)
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings."