Точильня

Бог меня будит,
Чтоб я не спал,
Чтобы я Слово,
Его почитал.

Нет мне покоя.
Я сам виноват:
Мои дни в суете
Пролетают подряд.

Бог не смиряется
С этой канвой -
Веру Он точит
В точильне. Резьбой

Её Он украсит.
Шлифует, грани'т,
Чтоб грани сверкали
Для неба орбит.

Жизнь крутится быстро
В точильне Христа.
Быстрее резьба
Налагает себя.

Всё глубже, всё ярче
И даже больней:
Краса расцветает
В минуты скорбей.

Да будет прославлен
И ярко явлён
В обтесанном сердце
Обточенный звон -

Звон Вести великой
Об амнистии всех,
Кто в Христову точильню
С жизнью отдал свой грех.

Андрей Анохин
19.06.2018

Хочу

Хочу я голубем разведать
‎Глубины вечного Творца
‎Назойливо смотря на Слово
‎Стремясь к источнику добра.
‎
Вот стайка серых облепила
Меня у лавочки с прудом
Ну а потом расправив крылья
Взлетела, пыль подняв с песком.

Нет страха, нет покоя сизым.
Хотят питанья от меня.
А я не так ведь жажду Бога.
Хоть любит Он, меня кормя.

Во мне забей ключом строптивым,
Чтоб жажды виден был поток,
Чтобы ручьём омыл страницы,
Слова и мысли между строк.

Вдохни желание и жажду.
Во мне ты голод пробуди.
Разбей скалу самодовольства.
Комфортной жизни посреди

Нужды, бесчинств и карьеризма,
И компромиссов с пустотой,
С нечестностью и жалкой мыслью,
Что сами мы пришли собой:

Исчадие Большого взрыва
Вдруг стало Землю заселять,
Её красиво украшать
И потихоньку убивать.

Хочу светить Твоим я светом,
‎Хоть сильно лампочка коптит.
‎Хочу я быть Твоим ответом,
‎Если кого вопрос томит.
‎
Хочу.

Андрей Анохин
16.06.2018

Авиарежим

Ухожу
В авиарежим.
Отдохну
Разумом своим.

Перерыв.
Нужен перерыв
От забот,
От сует отрыв.

Я ушёл
В авиарежим.
Не звони:
Вне доступа я с Ним.

Тихий час,
Отдых со Христом,
В суете
Дух помнит Отчий дом.

Отдохну.

Андрей Анохин
14.06.2018

Come On!

Vacation's over.
Life begins.
We'll try to do
The best routines:

Wake up at 8,
Then pray, work out,
Have breakfast,
Vitamins and bow

Before the sink
To brush our teeth,
Then time with God,
Then tasks abyss.

And then before
On time in bed
We'll pray and read
How people had

Responded to
The call of God,
Accepted challenge
To depart

For distant lands
And Royal cause
(We're all in Royal
"Air force").

The discipline
We need for sure,
'Cause otherwise
We're like manure

That lays on lawn
Without disguise
And stinks a lot
To one's surprise.

We'll clean our soul
With the Lord.
With discipline
We'll march onward.

Andre Anokhin
10.06.2018

Hopeful graves

Graves. Crosses. Mold. And broken stones.
Green grass. Some flowers. A card.
Warm farewell. Deep grief and sorrow.
And hope - hope from above.

In this grave yard I find hope -
Hope for my soul after death.
The face of death is no more scary
'Cause it has been defeated, yes!

No more of shadows in the soul.
The light eternal was lit up
In me, in you, in all the faithful
Who have accepted Savior God.

The light in darkness of the grave yard.
The walk of faith through gloomy stones.
The crosses now are full of meaning.
It's no tradition anymore.

The cross - accepted or rejected
Stands on the grave, drawn on the stone.
The life - forgiven or percepted
In worldly way and lost along.

The hope - reached or found or given,
Or deemed when bitterness had grown.
I'm soaking in the mix of feelings
That's been poured out long ago.

The cross, the life, the hope are treasured
By me while walking through the graves.
And flood of gratitude is filling
The heart that lived to see these days -

Time with my wife and joy of marriage.
The love of hosts and Bookham fields.
For all these things my heart, though troubled,
Gives thanks to God, gives thanks to Thee!

Andre Anokhin
9.06.2018

Sold out

Sold out.
I want to be
Sold out.
Fully.
Without compromise
With roaring flesh
And its attempts
To swallow me
And to devour.

I want,
I want to be sold out -
Sold out fully,
To the core,
That nothing would be left no more
For me or anyone...
For You -
For You alone I long.
I want to long.
I try to long
And feel at times
That I'm alone.

Transform our minds
Help us long
For You like noone,
Like nothing in the world.

Help long for you
Help us adore,
Adore You to the very core
Of our hearts.

Without You our little lives
Would be in vain,
Just wasted in the hurricane
Of worldly passions, sins and strives
I do not want that kind of life.

Redeem, refresh, renew, upgrade,
Transform us and transfigurate.
Light up, warm up and colorize
So we would fully realize
Your beauty, how creation's lush
In contrast to the worldly crush
On things we see and we adore.
No vanity I want. No more!
Redeem our minds, resurrect
Your beauty in us. Your impact
On us may be regained, refilled,
Refueled, restrengthened and revealed.

No stale life.
No compromise
With roaring flesh,
With sinful lies.

No more of treaty
With the world.
Attack, advance
And wait no more!

My Jesus fights.
He leads ahead.
My life is simply
In His hand.

I cannot waste
A bit of time
For worldly passions,
Worldly chimes.

My time is running
Too, too fast.
I can't afford
My flesh to last.

No more, no longer!
Any time
My Saviour can
Come back and shine!

Come, Jesus! Come!
We wait for You.
We struggle, fight,
While You renew

Renew us in the core
So much!
I long for you,
Your pleasant touch,

Your revelation,
And your word.
I long. I want to long.
I want!...

Andre Anokhin
9.06.2018

How passionate am I...

How passionate am I about the Lord?
‎Am I passionate at all or am I not?
‎What is life of mine? What's good in it?
‎What is pleasant for my Savoir and is fit
‎For the life of His devote follower
‎And what not?

Andre Anokhin
5.06.2018

Convenient (sarcastic)

Convenient.
My faith is quite convenient.
I like it.
This is good.
It's good for me.
Do you agree?
Well, actually, never mind!
I've no intention of the kind
That would impose my belief
On anyone. And this is stiff.
I'm sure in that. I'm all for that.
We choose the things we like. (Well said!)
It's helpful, good.
It's tolerant.
We're free to choose
A shiny brand
Of faith we like
Or we create.
Convenient,
It's convenient, mate.

My God is also quite convenient
I thought him up,
And he's quite right.
I looked him up
On some website.
He's good to me.
He won't disturb
I called him "jesus".
Well, why not?
The "Golden Calf"? -
It sounds better.
‎But "Jesus" is a brand.
‎Let's set it.

My life is quite convenient too.
Enjoying it? - Oh, yes, I do!
I'm doing what and when I want,
And jesus is my saviour-god.
I'm good enough though often wrong.
But!
The faith of mine is very strong.
And jesus likes me as I am
Whatever sin I do again.
He's only strict to weird guys
Who do bad things and aren't as nice.
My god is good, he's good to me.
The way I thought him up to be.
He'll never call me up for sin.
It would be quite a cruel thing!
My god is chill. He overlooks
My sins, I mean mistakes I choose
And then deliberately do
When my temptation slowly grew.

My life is good. My god is nice.
My faith is like a tasty rice
It's simple and... enough, no more.
Let's say I'm Christian to refer
To some belief I hold on to...
Or wrongly think and guess I do.

My jesus's nice
He is for me.
My "home boy"
I made to be.

What is the problem in my head?
Do I believe in something said
Or written or described or what?
Or Jesus's testimony, word?

What my belief is grounded in?
I need to know it to be clean
And to accept Him as the Lord.
He's not a "home boy". He's not!...

Andre Anokhin
5.06.2018