My Testimony Part 3. “…are we there yet?”

December 7, 2019

If I tell you the truth

As it was told to me

You will say:

“SHE’S A DAMN LIAR!”

Too hard is the truth to see with open eyes.

So I paint you a poem that

You may

“See”

With an open heart.

They came in the night; unprepared

were we. With only a promise in hand; we

had to flee. To ANOTHER’S land where WE

could be free. In GOD we trusted our Liberty.

We know now is the time to face the injustice and insanity…

Our accusers met on a field by Thee lain.

Atonement for the lives of the innocent slain.

(Dear God have mercy on those who believe in your promise to return in OUR darkest hour of need. Fulfill your promise and teach us again of JOY! And LAUGHTER…Restore the glory of YOUR KINGDOM on Earth as it is in Heaven...but first, there was a

war in Heaven.)

First, They took my husband and our four sons; in a river of blood

Drowned. Just like in “old Pagan days”

Baptism by

Force.

KILL THE PAGANS FOR THEY ARE PEACEFUL AND PROSPEROUS…

and I AM a jealous God”

Was what their book said.

“Nothing will save you”

Said the poet.

And Loki thought to himself:

(I will teach them to hate one another…that through their own understanding they may come to know love.)

Next, They raped our daughters so that in shame we would live long lives to tell our stories one-by-one of how we survived by treachery, lies and depravity.

A broken spirit dies not, but waits–longing–to tell HER tale.

And I,

Mother

Alone survived;

Devoured my unborn-child to be born once again.

Do you understand?

Plain English cannot fathom

The depths of heart-ache

For those whom life was taken away…

Only in song.

The Anguish of a Nation

Left to rot in the fields…

Bone, blood and tears

Fertilize and revitalize

The Earth.

Love will make her moist…again.

The lie They would have me believe

On my Grandmother’s grave–I cannot.

Our future is tied together.

United States. Ukraine. Russia.

NATO…

Will WE see

Eternal Peace?

Or

Scorched Earth.

The choice is always ours to make.

WLaG

NZain

My testimony. Part 1 🙏🏻🇺🇸❤️🇺🇦❤️🇷🇺🙏🏻

December 4, 2019

Growing up American, the daughter of Slavic immigrants, (we called ourselves “Ukie”) I learned Ukrainian as a child. But not as a child would…

A long convoluted story cut short–I began again with the help of the internet–to learn Ukrainian by translating my poetry. And, as Ukraine has a long history of poets, I feel right at home.

Of course, I make mistakes. I am still learning.

This piece is from an earlier collection I wrote for my Russian brothers (and sisters too!) It is a call for reconciliation of the past and hopes of a brighter future for our children. A prayer for peace. World peace.

Maybe it hurts. Maybe it helps. I hope it heals. I am forever grateful to my family for what they sacrificed–so I can now freely speak.

I am grateful and proud to be an American Ukie woman.

God bless our world leaders. Pray for America, Ukraine and Russia. Our future is tied together.

💓 NZain

PS. I will post the translation in the next post. Part 2.

Please forgive my errors. I am still learning. And practicing.

Song For My Unborn Child

пані америка

Ukie жінка

вродлива лековажна жінка

жалюгідна жінка

маленький метелик

моя душа українська страждає.

я не розумію чому ми воюємо.

вони схопили з ферма діда. вони спалили дім бабусі. вона плаче…

однак я не ненавиджу вас.

я твоя сестра!

ти пам’ятаєш наша червона кров наше походження змішалися разом завтовшки?

що шкодує.

може вода очистити нашу ганбу. і я можу назвіть вас моїм братом наново.

мир мир вічний мир.

I Am A Hot Mess!💥

July 29, 2019

Hello dear friends,

I’ve not been posting so much this past week as I’m nursing a broken thumb. Ouch. Seven stitches. Yep. A moments inattention while splitting wood, and I split my thumb right open. Pinched my thumb in a log. An alligator log. Chomp! How is that for a visual? The photos are pretty gruesome, so if anyone wants to see them…

The human body is amazing and after a week now, I’m doing much better, but still don’t have use of that precious human opposable thumb. Sigh. I am however, super grateful for modern emergency medicine and antibiotics. I don’t have to amputate! Yay! Well, at least not yet. Hopefully, all goes well and stitches come out in another week.

And then there are wild fires about an hour from where we live. While we aren’t in any immediate danger (some 600 homes are 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻) the smoke is hazardous. I’ve always said that in my garden is where I feel closest to heaven–well it’s like hell outside right now. Breaks my heart cause this fire is human caused. Illegal campfire. Started as five acres and last count it’s grown to roughly 12,000. So unnecessary.

So, while I am a complete hot mess I just want to say thank you to all you super kind folks here. Your warm hearted friendship is so dear to me. Every comment, every kind exchange is good medicine indeed. Every emoji ❤️😊🙃🐿👍🍦🍪🍰🐙🐭😇 makes me smile. And all the love, hugs and prayers gratefully received and given…this is a beautiful community. I so enjoy seeing all the different country flags! Just so grateful we can connect all over the world.

Well, I do hope to post again soon. Don’t know where we will be. Depends on the which way the wind blows. Just know that you are All in my thoughts and prayers. Be well dear friends.

With love and gratitude,

Nina 🙂

Eye Strain 🥺

May 16, 2019

Well, I’ve done it. Done it to myself.

Given myself a case of good ol’ fashioned

Computer eye strain. Yep. Working too much

And staring too long at the screen.

And this time Mr. Cat is making sure I nap-no peeking

No cheating…

Herbal eyewashes–time to shut down; go

Within and listen

To the Inner Voice…

I’ll be back, but until then

I leave you with a favorite piece from my story:

And From Your Ashes I Arise

Chapter 4

Nov 27, 2017

“Get over it!”

They said.

But it was too big

And I was too small.

“Let it go!”

I was told.

But it followed me.

I tried to go around it

But soon found it was everywhere…

I had no other choice but to go through it.

And to my surprise

A

Door

Opened.

It was dark inside,

However,

With

Each

Step

I

Took–

A warm glow in my heart

And a smile on my face

Grew brighter and brighter…

And

Now

I can see

More clearly

All the images

That once haunted me

Are nothing

More than

Shadows

Flickering.

If you liked this piece there’s more to the story…

https://growingupsideways.blog/2019/01/26/and-from-your-ashes-i-arise/

Be well and may God bless

With love and gratitude,

NZain 🌼