The sky is aligned tonight.
Is that Jesus?
Thinking
Winking
Blinking
Sinking…
There is no room for God in religion
Or so the choir tells me,
Has told me,
So many times before.
as I search upward,
God’s laughter.
He wonders why we’ve been trying so hard…
When all we have to do is look up to the stars.
Even perfection has its scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem