Beneath all thoughts and feeling,
Deep down, at the bottom of all
Dwells the obsessive shadow called Fear--
Of losing something, or getting the unwanted;
It keeps the incongruous mind haunted;
Things real, noble, elite and dear
Are rendered awesome, sickly and gall
Senses are lost beyond all healing
Faith is shattered and righteous prompts recede.
Oh God's chosen Creation, let this not lead.....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem