by Ana Atanasković

Not even the deepest depth at the center of my forehead
can fully come close to you,
and yet I still approach you
in the way I know how
through hopes.
A woman told me recently,
“Don’t say ‘I hope something will happen’
say ‘it will happen’.”
She doesn’t know that the will of God exists over ours.
You know.
So white and radiant.
Not even the deepest depth at the center of my forehead
can fully come close to you,
to you, who carry God’s will, His voice, to people
You, who show, through fiery ice,
through the patina of centuries,
that God is alive even after death.

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Ana Atanasković is a writer and literary journalist. She completed her undergraduate studies in philology, specializing in English language and literature, and holds a master’s degree in publishing marketing. She has published the following works: a collection of short stories Belgrade May Stories and Belgrade is love and novels Duet of Souls, Oueen of Lilacs,My Love, Nikola Tesla, Davorjanka Paunović, and Dragon’s Wife.As a journalist, she has written for many magazines and numerous online platforms. Currently, she writes essays about Belgrade streets for the Cultural Supplement of Politika and literary reviews for Laguna’s Bookmark. She has published a poem about queen Elizabeth II in the Poet magazine. Her essay How to Write a Historical Novel/Screenplay has been featured on many portals. She lives in Belgrade.