touching a soul is always a personal matter
the travel inward is always mine
when Jesus touches me it was him alone and mine alone
no one feels for anybody
no one feels for everybody
my truths are personal and so are yours
relating on the I-Thou, we thrive
no one preaches no one listens
to the eye of the needle we ride our own camels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem