what I believe is dear children
that rain comes to drink and feed
life enters the limb and frees it's speech
Now dearest have the rains ebbed and flowed?
do the corners resemble past dark remarks?
Hasten! talk quietly don't run
Dear children, have faith!
Does the dark deceive thee dear ones
Does the truth not set you free/ (set you apart?)
seek which is lost hasten the truth have nothing apart from this
And when I come dear children have faith!
And never knock that which has power to save...
Goodnight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem