Today I’m catatonic - overcome
by emotion too big to contain
I have learnt the good we receive is a test
to see if we’re humble – thus keeping track
of my many shortcomings
all positive words just a great privilege
undeserved and indescribably precious
I lock them away in my heart
to cherish for ever – whatever happens
how ever bad the well-deserved criticism
how ever much the wounds smart
the balm will always be in my heart
in beautiful words, a wonderful kindness
to apply whenever needed – the accusation
of lacking the power of concentration
will always stalk me – it makes me unhappy
to carry out routines, yet we were born
to learn how to serve so I’m learning
all about serving – the going is bad
supervisors get mad, and I feel very sad
but deep in my heart is the balm of forgiveness
the sweet words of reprieve and relief –
my life not meaningless, to some people
my work does have meaning – for the rest, I had best
keep a low profile and keep trying harder….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem