He laughs…
Watching them play, mixing up
Different hues dancing in His palette
He frowns…
Seeing them war; feud of friends of common foe
Feeling frustrated as nature frauds them
He winks…
When they tease Him in prayers
Creatively crowning and counting His names
He smiles…
To their ignorance, their foolery
Their sins of childishness
He imagines…
“How I wish they know, to grow
So to become my looping SCREENSAVER”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem