Mesmorized with external voices,
and the expectations of others,
we bury the inner voice of God's word
under a mount of proccupation.
God sends little birds of joy
that hover around us
seeking an inlet.
But we are shut up to them.
The God-sent birds of joy
sit on the roof for a while
and then fly away.
The 'joys' sought an inlet
and we did not open to it.
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Wonderful and expressive poem this is. God sends eternal birds. God sends birds of joy. Mesmerized with external voices we get essence of this interesting poem. Wise sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Opening up to these birds of joy is what is most needed in these tumultuous times. Thank you, Tony for another thought provoking poem.