Ropes
“Blest be the ties that bind”
but what’s to bless?
Rough ropes burn hands
That tightly grip
With good intent
But cannot hold
weak knots bind tight
And pull us under
Where only blade
Can life restore
But bonds of beauty
Hold and free
As need and cause demand
A life is saved then saved again
By ties that bless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem