My life has been
what it has been.
It was whatever it was.
I am that which I am.
There were times of intensity
purpose disciplined focus
faith belief vision especially
late teenage increasingly
in supposedly mature years.
Years of serious contemplation.
There were broken times
utter hopelessness
disorientation depressions
fear apathy especially
in early childhood in sad bad
times in veins of bitter years.
But God was never indifferent
watching waiting patient
as life lesson knowledge wisdom
was hammered home
in schools of hard taught knocks.
God was patient with me
as God said he would be.
Faith may have been broken
gone at times years but
ever reborn in converting
casting off of skins
of former mind lives
in growing molding
transformations ability
the scribe has yet to run
the remainder of good race.
Those that endure to the end
will as the bride of Christ
be invited into the wedding
feast of the lamb in heaven
bodies souls rise unleavened bread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem