into intelligent statue’s
for apprehensive glory,
of a zillion memories.
To alpha, omega, Zen, Buddha, Krishna, mathematics and science
Timeless, stand still waiting
as God’s lookout on a mountain peak
Head first tumble down,
and crash through sacred cathedral roof
shattering into a thousand intelligent statue’s.
Who after singing praises to the Lord
walk away looking for Christ
within some heart of a new mountain,
and again climb to its peak
so they can look out for God,
only to once again fall head first downwards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem