Of Sinners and Saints
By Vadim Shefner
We are all covered in sin, like flowers in dew,
There are no saints among us.
And if you are a saint, then you are no brother to me,
Nor a friend, nor a neighbor.
I was adrift in woe, like a fish in water,
I came to understand a simple truth:
A sinner looks for help,
Where a saint would never dare step.
Translated by me.
Well, that’s a draft anyway, I feel like I should come back to this one.