Seeing is believing is a transitory truth
You miss the real things that say sooth
Of color and forms, the body might boast
But one day, your own will call it a ghost
They won't be able to bear its stink
When death through stony eyes winks
When the invisible bird takes flight
The burial will put you out of sight
Sans Him you are but ashes and bones
Into the running waters, they are thrown
You are God, in Him your truth realize
O atheist, in your clay body, Him eulogize
Amazing style and flight of imagery to convince an atheist to have faith in God and His majesty. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a perfect poem to employ Couplet Verse...Spot-On message as well...Good to see you online, C.P....Hope all is as well in your world as it is in your WORD! ~FjR-'16~