on my way home
inside the car
silence speaks to me
i imagine God
who is so forgiving
we talked
and i told him
i sometimes took
some initiatives
and gave my best
to love
what i did not
fully grasp
i gave in
finally
his will is
best for me
with so much pain
i declare
that there is just
little
a tint of
inconvenience
which has not
killed me
these years
i thanked him
for giving me
that glimpse of
the face of
death,
more so
of the side in Him
that i
slowly touch
like some soft
cotton in
my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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