I touched her weeping heart,
The Leper's.
It's pretty warm and no scars to be seen.
Then I heard the inner song
Like a psalm.
'I am on my way to Calvary
To touch the drops of blood
Lost by our Lord Jesus.'
[Family in crisis the son's lost in the childhood of Jesus; 'Son, why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been looking for you with great anxiety.']
-Luke 2: 48-
To the little girl (Pen pal) in Ethiopia, she requested a poem something about Jesus Christ since a long time in my fading dreams.
Beautiful write.Nothing more needs to be said.Except 10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You remove the mask of fear and revulsion with your beautiful words and revealed the star shining beneath. How often does prejudice get in the way of compassion. An outstanding poem, Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥