ears they are drums
god plays in this realm
eyes they are lenses
he places to magnify
his creations
tongue are channels
to his kingdom - adam
missed the right apple
and lost his right to an eternal home
my nerves are rivers
god fashions to help me
sail in his world to admire him
my mind, his inspiration as
to how extensive his creation is
you cannot reach its end nor beginning
my soul a repository for god to wine and dine
when his drums stop beating, lenses were covered
riverway closed and the mind waned in a mortal frame
Very awsome poem. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every thing that has breath, a testament to the one Life that animates everything and who loved us enough to become flesh, dwell among us, die for us, and blaze a trail for us to follow. Thanks for your poem John.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats a beauty...as beautiful as a Gods creation...thanks John...nalini