God bless the poet!
most of us know it is
not a life you would choose.
But the choice is not his.
It’s the way that he is.
He sees when others walk by.
And as long as he lives
the vision he gives
is not what everyone sees.
When feeling pain,
he gives us the rain
that pours daylight to dark.
God gives poets a voice
but we make the choice
to give our souls flight.
Because The Lord lives
The poetic words he gives
Lift poets to a new kind of height.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem