Jesus was insulted,
spat at, whipped,
mocked and crucified
And never did he ask
his followers to kill
those who insulted him,
those who mocked him,
those who whipped him
and those who crucified him.
Instead he asked them
to forgive, to love and give,
to love and forgive-
to love and give
so in abundance all may live.
Let every religion find
its own heart, the heart
of love, the heart to protect,
build up and sustain life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if only religion was like this, unfortunately at times it seems that religion contradicts itself through individual believes, even to the point that if u not dressed a certain way the church does not welcome you. this is an excellent piece of poetry the structure and all
Thanks, Kevin, for your beautiful response. I wrote a response to your comment but then it did not register. For now, just to acknowledge that I have read you. Thank you!