The world:
held its breath
prayers saluted many hands that helped
mourned for The Seal who was lost.
A priest and twelve apostles in darkness come to light.
A paradigm beyond our borders as we listened and saw.
Even the monk's story could have gone very much awry
but something deep within us simply cared
millions held their breath and remained in prayer.
The miracle of our time.
Why is it
only children can unite us
and then
only at a fearful cost
where for numbers
only one was lost?
Your soul is green! but near of death! on the leaf of earth I am creature! no- no, no- at the end of life the death kiss me, love me and so on sow the seed of endless path...... ............. greatly written
It was not a miracle. Just good coordinated planning. Shame the Seal lost his life. A wonderful result. Shows what goodwill can do.+++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching tribute; lovely thought. Captures a moment when the world did hold it's breath and watch for good news.