The chilling wind that blown north
On an autumn day
Reminded me:
Of a lovely leaf
That was fallen from
A maple tree
On a summer noon;
Of a solitary star
That burnt and faded;
Of an oyster
Who lost his shell and died
On the sea shore;
Of an old man
Worn and shaky
Held his last breath
And died;
It reminded me
How naked we are
In the hands of God
You found a unique way to give a refreshing revelation of the raw, rabid reality of our nakedness. Thanks for sharing my friend.
We are nothing in front of the will of God. A very splendid imagery has been portrayed in this beautiful poem with so much observational methodology ingrained in the essence and thus conveys a very strong message of the oneness of God......10/10
How naked we are In the hands of God.......wonderful image....like a naked child in our hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It reminded me How naked we are In the hands of God..... God has kept key ih his hand so we behave properly and finish the mission.......10 read mine i am disgrace and welcome home