It's a wonderful life.
Though there's sickness,
and death,
and bodies melting
like candles
in trailers outside
the mortuary.
It's a wonderful life.
Though fear
and division threaten
the stability of our country,
and the house is rotting,
and I feel like a walking
panic attack,
It's a wonderful life.
The river rushes on.
The cardinal watches
through the window.
The mystery remains.
The Kingdom
is here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem