Oh God, Spirit
So bright
So glowing
So knowing
If only I could stop you spinning
So I could take a look
At what's behiend the curtain
I know it's not the man of OZ
Behiend the curtain
Is your warm radiance
You can't be seen
You can't be felt
You can't be counted
Or contained
You can't be analyzed
Or stopped
I can't take a picture
Or have a souvenir
My job is just to know you're here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God is all and all is God