Through life across the narrow gate
Where dreams are drain
And vision strings
The life we live
We can't recount
And lost of faith
We all have beared
But the silver lining is drawn
While it has not yet been dawn
And all the thick and thin
And all the unfavourable things
We are beautiful, yet we are blind
To see the perfection of The Creator
Which no being can imitate
Nor can they testify of the time
Which Love was created
As Judas was among the saint
So does lie lies beside the truth
That men should fail to see the truth
Even as the truth bears witness of itself
Through thick and thin
The truth survives
And so shall the low become high.
Bursting with a beauty that is spiritual and refreshing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Imaobong. Thanks!