By Freeyad Ibrahim
The bishop could be summoned at any hour
To the bedside of the sick or the dying
The wisest of comforters
He did not seek to banish sorrow in forgetfulness
But to ennoble and dignify it with hope
"Take care how you view the dead."
He said:
"Do not think of that which rots
Look steadily and you will see
the living light of your beloved
in the bosom of Heaven."
He knew that faith gives health
He sought to counsel and soothe the despairing
By pointing to the resigned
And to transform the Grief which sees only a pit
Into the Grief which sees a Star.
FRYAD HUGO
The Netherlands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem