My skin does not display tattoos
Nor piercing dot my nose
I may look like a passerby
But I am marked for life
My leg does not show branding scars
Nor handcuff scabs on wrists
No blisters dot my even skin
Nor scars from jail melees
I may look like a passerby
But I am marked for life
I do not limp from twisted bones
No beatings from man's hand
My knees have not felt pilgrim pain
From climbing Mount Royal
I may look like a passerby
But I am marked for life
You cannot see my heart or soul
Nor comprehend my yoke
Though on the outside I am free
Of earthly signs or bonds
I may look like a passerby
But I am marked for life
One night the Lord asked me to serve
And I have done so since
I still look like a passerby
But God has marked my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liilia, knew I had happened upon a most special person, most special poet, so spiritual, so meaningful! !