Cities and marvels of wonder and awe
Great Roman Ruins and towers of might.
Presence of person and absence of sight
Lack of explanation for all I saw.
Giant images of Christ in each carving
Faint smiles of salvation from every saint.
Glimpses of Grace with every brush of paint.
Yet here still I feel the people starving.
It's not the people's poverty
And not the Folly of Papal power.
It's the absent Spirit in me this hour.
Like King Saul: Favor lost like property.
The absence of God is a fearful thought
This inner battle is a war still fought....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem