Metal on metal,
Rod on rod.
My heart is covered,
and I feel no God.
A chip in the metal,
a chip in the rod.
But my heart is still covered,
and I feel no God.
A break in the metal,
a break in the rod.
But my heart is still covered,
and I feel no God.
The metal is gone,
along with the rod.
My heart is open,
but still without God.
Without the metal,
without the rod.
My heart is opened,
and now with God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
starting with barriers that block you from God, in the end to lose then and finally find God, reading this i would never guess you are 12