The
preacher
looks at me
with eyes dimming:
he knows that the truth is now or never.
I hold the guard of faith to his forehead
he watches me
eyes closing
smiling
dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful poem. You've expressed so much in few words and created vivid imagery, as well. It's also very poignant. Very nice indeed.