All inventors have begun with an idea
conversed within,
and out of nothing,
cut its cloth like a fine tailor,
it brings
a usefullness and form.
Like Edens pleasure garden from
the chaos came,
or on Mount Tabor
God speaks when downward
comes the cloud,
though fear expands.
The dark night,
the souls clarity
brings forth form.
And from the cave
the emptiness of nothing
brings the Resurrection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The God's designing as that by a tailor for creation of something new is a good analogy.The soul is buried in the cells of creatures an at the time of death it resurrects and goes to merge with the Soul from where it came.A good poem.