I bring light and warmth to people.
I bring them money and joy.
I'm not the sun, but I feel pretty.
I glow, I'm god in the world!
We all are gods, my friend, and I am.
We all to each other glitter,
Joy and happiness - we are carrying.
We are saints. We are gods. We are children.
Liza, what a great last line - the preceding 7 lines build toward that full expression of multiple identities. Tis poem is about the inner transformations that take place because of belief and ritual. Of course, on the spiritual plane, not material I can read your thoughts like a book (as we say in American English) . You're not like Napoleon grabbing the crown from the Pope and crowning himself Emperor! ! No, you're waiting for the divine grace to descend and raise you to these other higher identities, of which the highest is not king, god, or whatever - but a child new born into the grace of heaven. Joseph Brodsky applauds your poem! ! He's smiling too. the grace of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are right. We have to embeded the nattributes of God on us to live in love each other.Thank you for sharing