Conversation With God Poem by Elis Mita

Welcomed weird sir.
Sit down where you want.
For You I think I had heard.
So many times so.
I'm seein' You tired.
And with broken heart.
Like You a lot had  traveled.
Like You has come from far.
But You're still so beautiful.
Receive bread, please take wine!
You look so meaningful.
Like holy, like divine.
Like teacher Your behavior.
Depth, melancholic, wise.
Like war's hero warrior.
Who always survives.
Your face look famous.
Your voice sounds familiar. Physiognomy glorious.
You seems Lord real.
And apologize, for my way.
But You found me,
in the middle of the shame.
In such a planet,
in such a massive grave.
When the world the lie rules
and pain prevails.
My Lord I'm tired,
for what in my life I gave.
Nothing now for me.
Nothing now I have...
I saw and feel You wise.
You don't believe in speech.
You must have a why.
You  speak with deeds.
And You must be He
Who saved people in need...

'You're right my son.
This is the bitter truth.
I've time that from the world I've gone.
They  hurted me too...
Once upon a time.
When I lived there.
They've done worst to me.
In the cross in the air.
They never believed in goodness,
in brotherood, in love.
How you want them to trust,
in Me and in Lord?
They have their eyes.
But they didn't sees.
They've also hearts.
But they didn't feels.
They have even mind.
But they didn't think.
For that they are all blind.
Dipped in their sins.'

Oh, my dear Lord.
I'm sorry for my way.
But You make me feel so.
And take my soul away.
My hands tremble.
O beloved God.
With  your holy spirit.
You sent me to far.

'Don't worry my dear son.
You must not apologize.
For that I choose you.
I have my own 'why'.
For that I choose you drunk.
For that I choose you.
You generous guardian.
Tell them all the truth.
They were killed me.
Are now may predicating.
But they deep inside,
are still hating...
They abuse with child.
They merchant of love and hope.
They betrays the faith of mine.
They my heart broke.
But you must don't feel worry.
You must don't be sad.
For few good ones will be the glory.
They will rest in the end of the end...'