A human soul longs for a human face
Especially in all crowded places
A familiar face would be nice, a welcome sight
A name of an old acquaintance would be appreciated
He knows in his lone journey the Star of faith will lead him home
But as human sometimes he feels lonely, all alone
So the constant change of names is just like an unknown wind which swirls around him
Oftentimes it even blows against his tiresome walks
Or at least renders no comfort
Like the cold chill wind of a dreaded winter
When pristine snow stops falling along his wandering way
He knows he prefers to be alone
Patience he now must endure, the price of peace
So that he can focus only on love, the love for his Lord
And by the divine design, he heart consists of the sole chamber
In order for the face he consciously sees always belongs to his Lord
Don Nguyen
02-12-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like to comment on all poems if I have something nice to share And I will post witty colorful ones written about me, just the good ones though.