For two thousand years
he had nowhere to hide
his arms were open wide,
exposed and vulnerable
the most broken
and wretched of men,
broken by the pain of too much loving-
so exposed and so vulnerable,
this man with the light in his eyes
this man who cried-
'Father forgive them for they know not what they do.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems from what has been passed down that Jesus was a Saintly man. I find some of his words inspiring. And yet we don't even know if he said them or not. But he stands as a beacon of light and sometimes inspires a poem. Thanks Edmund.