Not for the ceremonies of each day
Do I ring with wrongs, and look away;
Away to where a forgiving light
Brings comfort to the solitude of night.
And I will not take the sacred word
As just another lie, unheard,
For there is love and peace of mind
If we only had the will to find
The blessed wisdom which is more than
All the complexities found in man!
And as the world so ancient sings,
Still God, I say awful things...
But is forgiveness blindly given
To those who choose the path of Heaven?
Is love's becomming on this plane,
Gloriously born and filled with pain,
Spread across a simple earth
To show what human love is worth?
Yet, there must be some immortal star
To make us awful! What we are
Is nothing more than broken beams
Of light destroyed in tearful dreams;
Perfect voids to comprehend
The might of God! And when worlds' end,
The might of Man in man's mild voice
Will shake and tremble and rejoice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem