‘Sermon to the choir….'
the writers group sat motionless
with their heads down
‘Sermon to the choir….'
they listened for their instructor
to announce—"your time starts now"
‘Sermon to the choir….'
they tried to imagine what they had never seen
while wondering about what they couldn't know
‘Sermon to the choir….'
the writers group then raised their heads
and packed their grief to go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem