Once Satan built a Synagogue.
He wanted to pray
with lifted hands and noble words.
With beads on his lips he prayed.
But there was no inner melody in him.
And the angels could not hear him.
A poor little child
from the poorest village
lifted its eyes and sighed.
Its inner melody
sounded and resounded
in the mighty heavens all over.
wow...a very catching poem, , , i like this and the contrast.. it tells a everything with elaborating.. touching refreshing and worth meditating, especially in this world we have today... this poem is implying a Heartfelt Prayer
perhaps that is when he left the ministry and got a job in the banking industry! Yes! Children are angelic poetry
contrast between satan's prayer and the prayer of the little poor and innocent child. innocence of the heart and prayer. a good theme indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But there was no inner melody in him. Its inner melody sounded and resounded in the mighty heavens all over. I've come across these two types of people, those who claim to follow God, yet their hearts are devoid of empathy and love and those who don't brag about their closeness to God but their hearts tell the loving story.