God has a way to clear clouded visions.
And minds stuck and glued to stubbornness.
Leaving more willing to listen.
With undivided attention to give.
More to do after then before,
When doors once closed...
Had been wished to open quickly.
The moment the truth,
Came easily wanting to be introduced.
Instead of being chased away.
Having those regretting,
The cost and expense...
Enjoying exorbitant non-ending ignorance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giving people a lot of credit for certain qualities I don't think are that omnipresent actually.