Cries of sorrow being peeled from within souls who
have lost loved ones and are wandering earth, lost
and alone.
Funeral march playing in the background as our life
continues to live as if nothing has happened, people
shedding tears, yet still somehow living.
Walking through fires of love, touching and burning
our minds with all memories of the past years of our
lives together.
Now lying wasted in a muddled atmosphere, not feeling
or knowing which way to go anymore, sitting alone at
times looking through pictures of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brave poem of coping, of doing your best despite prevailing sadness. The last stanza gives the details of this coping with calm assurance. But it is the preceding stanza which shows the depth of feelings which proclaim LIFE AND LOVE even in the shadow of death. WALKING THROUGH FIRES OF LOVE is an image of striking faith.