conceptions...
all too often wrapped
in packages of 'me'!
yes, i was there
when the universe
was created!
yet i was only dust,
released from creation's
hand... only darkness,
cut into logs
and burned for light!
only the echo of the sound,
the dream of
a laughing God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, sir, I don't have words to comment. Simply marvelous!