To love is to be vulnerable. It
Is to acknowledge incompleteness.
Yet if God is love, how can God admit
Of need? Can He contain an emptiness,
Some man-shaped void that we are formed to fit
Within His heart, a cosmic lock that we
Alone can turn? Why should the One submit
To yearn, to dash His own serenity?
Empedocles' sphere hatched a universe;
Perfection broke; infinity was cowed
And found wanting. Unity grew diverse,
Engendering a Son amidst a crowd
Of lesser angels, and finally, us.
God shattered Himself, in His loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enigmatic at most and yet the attempt is somewhat commendable. Read mine - Everybody Has Had Somebody - Adeline