Slowly awake like a soft spring
Your love nudges
I see the ruins of heresy
I see intellectualism fails
I see secular politics a dead end
The world is a noose
The culture unredeemable
I recite the serenity prayer
Fall asleep with 'Our Father..
I see the Cross
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really comes down to the vanity of life