The eyes that see beyond
The raiment for blood and bones
The banquet of pure leaves
That bear our true image
The wall surrounding us
That daily watches us,
Whose lips are preened,
With home truth about us,
The lips coated with truth
Never bear to silence our wrong
The heart or lives we touch
By the hands of kindness and love
When we look into these eyes
There can we find, our true image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem