He is my angel, my God
He is my soul, my evident & my visible Lord
He formed me, he nourished me
He hold me, he treasured me
I opened my eyes in his arm,
He made me walk, the way I want
I marvel, who is he?
A Seraph may be, if not a divinity
I admire him for his efforts and, for his words
I proud of him for his harmony and whatever he does
I am the smallest part of his all and of his Soul,
I found myself into him, without being closed, trussed but truly console
I am so fortunate, I got you as my creature
I wanted to see that covered luminary and those pretty feathers
I know, he is concealing himself and his identity
I worship him, for what he is and for his humanity
He is no one; he is my friend, my Love ….
Myself rather
He is my Lord, My God, My Angel…
He is my Pa, my Dad, he is known as My FATHER
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice words framed in good rhyme read my poem ' my mother '