Chichikov

The Hunting
By Pavel Chichikov


We came out of darkness into the light,
Animals hide in a crevice within,
Anger and malice, beasts that can bite,
Fangs in the shadows, to shadow they blend

This is the hunting that Christ carries on,
In caverns of darkness He shines and pursues,
Vermin are taken and slain one by one,
And this is the dying that we undergo

Little by little a part of us dies,
Inhuman, instinctive, impetuous, vain,
Cowardly, treacherous, greedy and sly,
Till only the human inside us remains

The hunting, the hunting, but we must admit
The hunting of Christ to the darkness below,
And even go with Him to guide and permit
The riving of darkness, to go where He goes


The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov