Who is there
to declare
present I am
except you my God.
Who is there
to help me see
to help me hear
to help me think.
And I am forgetting
everything.
You are there to
search me out.
And I am preparing
for dawn
keeping aside the sun.
What to say
who am I
here I am
with the dust
of this clay
that is melting
in the sky.
You God a scapegoat
watching my dance.
And you are here
to feel tomorrow morning.
Not a simplistic, know-all-the-answers poem about God, which is wh and in the sky, where he could seem like a scapegoat if we are honest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who is there to help me see to help me hear to help me think. And I am forgetting everything. Except you whom have I in this life. a beautiful and thoughtful and true prayer. we all have only God. tony