somehow
we must accept that
we fall short
of holiness
it is our human nature
to be humbled by
this shortcoming
there is a stair which
leads us to nowhere
just fogginess
but then you step on
the fog and expect a fall
and disregard the
compromises of the flesh
it will not take that long
and you soon shall arrive
on that salvific
stance of your magnificent
soul
so be patient
breathed what air is there
from this earth
and then to somewhere...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. So the stairway to heaven is shrouded in clouds and you cant see the steps