Like the stem of a rose,
filled with thorns
I have scratched those
that was unkind to me,
but although I tried to be free
and to live a life without jeopardy,
the inevitability brought me
back down to my knees.
Somewhere there I found humility
and started to know
that other people
where also created by You
To You I have ever been true
and although I erred
it was without intent
and maybe the time spent
on other things,
made them more important to me.
Still it’s like a shadow
that You follow me
and Your presence touches me
and somewhere in the darkest night
the only true light stays You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem