Are you sure
you cannot wait
to find God and life,
until you have
sorted your life out?
There is too much
rushing at us.
We do not have
the time to carefully
and systematically
think through
every piece of
information,
misspoken word,
confusing interaction,
heartbreaking news.
So subtly, the burdens
on the soul pile up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem