Our Language Is So Incomplete Poem by Liza Sud

Our language is so incomplete
if to send a message from the sky.
but heart feels: the hour is fulfilled.
and you have to turn to Holy Bible.

To the prophets and to their prayers,
Look at our sores and wounds.
This would serve us a very good lesson,
will detect our errors and shortcomings.

People who forgot about the Lord,
Lost their human image, human form.
Go back, and fall at His saint feet,
The Creator to response is quick.

When prodigal son returned at home,
then the Father, though stern, - rejoiced.
After all, God did not turn away.
So return until it is too late!