So I sit
silently
tick, tick, tick
papers rustle
pages turn
prophets speak
'The wolf shall dwell with the lamb'
and in it is a hope
a hope for we who fight
a silent fight:
'They shall not hurt or destroy
in all my holy mountain.'
As you raise your sword
I offer my hand -
take it in yours
or cut it off
but, please,
be swift in your action.
'In that day the Lord will extend
his hand yet a second time to
recover the remnant which is left.'
I have only a
silent love to give.
(21 November 1990)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
despite the fact that life in this present time is much full of complexities and anxieties, there are still some who remains humble, forgiving and have love to give for humanity. i like it. write more my frien and give hope to the hopless. i give you 10