Crude and awesome
Stands the gate,
Its post wet
With blood and urine,
Stained for all time.
The gift has been rejected
Despised, removed;
The world became black.
Love, real love,
Snuffed out like a candle.
Yet love in all its glory
Returned, restored revived.
The cross still stained
But the death is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem