i cannot fix
the broken branch,
so i use it to build the fire.
and in the quiet of evening,
i sit in mourning with the tree!
i cannot bring back
the wind after it's gone,
so i look for the traces left behind.
the curtain swept, the lamp put out...
and sing praises with silent awe!
i cannot make the human being
to be more human,
so i love both the weaknesses
and the strengths...
and in doing so affirm the fragile,
with the faith that moves mountains!
Simply beautiful I feel everything in this poem Eric. Just everything! Thank you! Love and Light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, like it.