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A Parable about a Shaivite and Two Christians
© Sergey Veretennikov (Oryol poet and writer)
24.05.2025
Read all the author's poems: Your Yoga. Poems. Sergey Veretennikov. Books.
24.05.2025
Read all the author's poems: Your Yoga. Poems. Sergey Veretennikov. Books.
In the heart of the forest, in hermit's silence,
Where leaves whisper ancient mantras,
Lived a Shaivite—a saint who had renounced the world,
With a soul as clear as the waters of the Ganges.
Two crept toward him like shadows—
Christians, but thieves in essence.
They had stolen sacred objects from Shiva's temple,
And hurried away secretly...
The saint happened to witness the crime,
He followed them without condemning them.
But as they left, one of them was bitten by a snake,
And fell to the ground, suffering from the venom.
He wept and groaned, pleading for help:
“Oh, help me, brother! In God's name!”
But the other, keeping only greed for the spoils in his heart,
Went wherever the road led...
The robber lay there, death near at hand.
And someone was coming toward him from the forest thicket...
And whispered, “Do not be afraid, dear child...”
—Just repeat this prayer after me:
“O Shiva, Mahadev, healer of souls,
Grant Shanti, grant Your blessing—
Come here and destroy suffering,
Grant us peace and healing...”
But the thief recoiled in fear:
“Your God is insane; he is a stranger!
Do not call upon Shiva!—Christ is my God!”
But again he heard: “Repeat after me:
Come, Lord, to me, and my life!
Christ, Father, and eternal Holy Spirit,
Let Your will, not mine, be done today!
Touch us with Your heavenly hand!”
And through the fog of his final veil,
He quietly repeated the name of God.
And suddenly the tormenting dreams departed—
His unseen Creator healed him.
And his companion, who had fled with the treasure,
Listened secretly, hiding behind the leaves.
And mortal shame scorched him—
When he returned to the saint in repentance:
“You could have abandoned the one who was your enemy,
But you only recited a prayer of salvation!
Who are you? Be merciful to me—
I am unworthy of your forgiveness.”
“I see the essence, not the shell of words;
I am a seeker of the Sacred Beginning.
And in the temple of the God of all gods—
On the altar of love—I am sandalwood smoke.
Do not be afraid to believe where the outlines fade
Of holy faces, images, and features.
God is the Light of boundless consciousness;
He is in everyone… if there is Shanti in the heart.”
And suddenly it seemed that the forest had become a temple,
And the leaves whispered “Om” through their foliage.
And white light streamed above their heads,
And the saint smiled at the two robbers.
© Sergey Veretennikov (Oryol poet and writer)
24.05.2025
Read all the author's poems: Your Yoga. Poems. Sergey Veretennikov. Books.
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. Very vivid. It sent shivers down my spine!
And that is precisely what is shown so vividly in the second picture! 
