The chosen child
may drive you wild
but that is not his aim
his suffering bleeds intensely
as he soaks up all your pain
he asks you just to love him
yourselves and others too
to cast off your entanglements
and let him come to you
He's not there as a ruler
he's not there as a king
he understands simplicity
and all that it can bring
there's no need for confusion
no need for you to fear
the chosen child is by your side
you waited, Now he's here.
Sounds like my daughter, my special one who drives me crazy. Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A meaningful write, Charlie, on more than one level (to me) . Well done and thank you, Esther : ]