Seasons: Poetry

Poetry The changing of the seasons in nature and life. Poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter. Poetry for the soul. "Youth passes like spring, flashed in a storm and a storm of passions, but there were clear days when the soul felt the spiritual beauty of life... Youth is full of mistakes and sins... Mature age is similar to summer. Then old age is the autumn of life... Hurry, while there is strength and health, and rush to work for the salvation of your soul. Coming in autumn are the pains of old age, so don't miss the freshness of summer, for you will not return the clear days, and it will be too late for committing good deeds...'' By purchasing this book for yourself and friends, you donate to the Orthodox women's community, which collects funds for the purchase of land for the foundation of the orthodox female monastery and the construction of a small chapel: http://www.stnicholasskete.org God bless you for supporting our charitable cause. Holy St. Seraphim of Sarov said, "The Hand of the Lord extends to him who builds churches, and many sins to forgive the Lord." Faith without Deeds is dead... St. John (Maksimovich) in his sermon said: "The builders of temples are remembered for each service. Building temples here on earth, we thereby create for ourselves eternal shelters in the sky... May God bless you for the donation that you are giving to the charitable cause. "