God woke up early in the morning...

 He listened to complaints and requests...

 And people from the jug without cheating

 I poured what I wanted in my heart ...

 But not everyone had an open heart.

 And not everyone has room for the Miracle.

 What envy, enmity props up the door ...

 That greed does not pour success ...

 And someone spilled to the brim

 Sadness and hopelessness, that's the trouble.

 And God was sorry that this heart was hidden...

 Love wanted to pour out, but where?

 And God was sad that people don't know how

 Hearts and souls to cleanse from insults ...

 They turn to stone with age

 And the heart turns into granite...

 But God walked, looked and smiled,

 When the hearts of lovers met.

 He took the pitcher and tasted with all his heart,

 He carefully poured happiness into their hearts...

 And people gradually shed

 God's grace

 And everyone around was blamed for the loss,

 Forgetting to look for blame in yourself ...

 After all, if we could forgive and believe,

 Love, thank and let go

 That God will not measure happiness drop by drop,

 The magic jug can give everything...

 Today God woke up at dawn.

 Huge box of requests at the feet...

 And next to it is only one envelope without asking