Early one morning
as I walked along the tar road
in front of my house
I realised that there are lots of cracks in the tar
and without really looking
I noticed the small plant growing in a crack.
I thought that it might be a weed
as they are so resilient
and will grow everywhere
and my days were busy
and broken into weeks
and on one morning
when I passed the crack again
the sun was shining bright
and I was so astonished
to notice that the weed
had become a flower
that was blooming
and what a beautiful sight it was
to behold a bright red poppy
against the black tar road
and I thought about my life
and I remembered the blood that was poured out
onto the tar road where I have been
and in a small crack
God showed me the flower
that I could be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem