God
You have no death
You're immortal
I know
And yet
Time and again
You met
Pain and death
To show
That man
Must face it
And that
It's just
A routine
A natural
Thing.
I recall this
With heaviness
In my heart
On a Good Friday.
very nice.liked the way you put the matter of life and death.keep inking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The son of God passed through the severest of torture and agony to merge with man and redeem him... Though of heaven, He lived and died like a man.... Very relevant Good Friday thoughts!