As sun draws leaf or flower
so draw me, God.
Or as the hour hand moves
by process constant but imperceptible
so move me
into that which is good and acceptable.
Within me spirit and flesh wage war.
But deeper than, beneath this struggle
beckon me
so like a migratory bird
(perhaps in spite of what I'm conscious)
I'll heed your call
and come at last to your rest.
I like the image of this, flowers (life) being drawn to continually throughout turn and face the Light. Very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smoky, thanks for commenting and affirming this poem. You may have noticed I've been mostly absent from PH. If/when I get back, you're definitely one of the people I'll catch up on. Take care, brother. -Glen
Hope you are doing well my friend. - Smoky.