Peaceful, like the boat in the eye of the storm, watching the terbulance all around, yet knowing safety.
Beautiful, like the glorious rose, aloft from all the thorns on its stem, the dirt at its roots, to declare its momentary immortality.
Unmovable, like Everest, reaching its angry face to rear at the gods, stretching a fist into the sky.
Pure, untouched, a white dressed virgin walking down the iasle, head aloft, proud and innocent.
Immortal, like the man in my history books, head bowed in humility, Obama, reaching a hand across time to infinity.
Strong-when i was dying, head hung in shame, the only one who could save me, is the only one who tried.
When all i need for life was you, i didnt call, but you answered.Jesus Christ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write peya sounds like a testimony