you have seen God
in the eyes of the child
you shall see more of His face
in another man's anguish
or his bliss
you shall see more of God
in a woman's hands
earlier on her beautiful face
you do not notice God in
time's passage
you miss Him when you think so much
it is only when
the sand in the glass is empty
that you can hear him speak
louder, it is when you do not
desire water to fill that thirst
that you experience Him deeper
when you are lost that you can
finally find Him, when you finally
love death, that you can feel that
Life in Him, when you flow like
a leaf on the surface of the flowing
creek, that you shall know his Will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! ! I can hear 'surrender' right through that poem. Regards...Sharon.