You've got the how but not the why,
from heaven so ordained
For that one moment under God,
times fugitive proclaimed
You want to know the reasons past,
but not those left to find
A crown of thorns and peasant robe
—serve only to remind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem, sir Kurt........