the divine soul is hurt
and is flying
the universe
for an answer
to the human predicarment
if you could see
his eyes are bloodshot
and his skin
a lonely pile
swollen with pain
yet his heart is all
in the humans'
fly and fly he goes
seeking a saviour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the infinite eventually finds a way into every heart whether that heart can understand the blessing or not the savior kind and gentle always present a fine poem