God raises His shield and pronounces:
'My shield is the strongest;
nothing can pierce it! '
Then He lifts His spear and declares
'My spear is the sharpest;
nothing can resist it! '
A spectator picks up God’s spear and shield
asking with puzzlement:
'If this spear pokes this shield, what will happen? '
God grins
'Then the kingdom of heaven
emerges on earth
for my spear is called love
and my shield is called light.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem