'Where did I come from? ' the child asked,
'Heaven, ' was the mother's answer;
'Did Father and you come from heaven, too? '
'Yes, my little one, we all came from there.'
'Is life in heaven, Mother, a good life? '
'Angellic life: no sickness, thirst, hunger,
without grief and toil, without nighjt and day,
and you can have all your heart's desire.'
The puzzled child's next question was this:
'If you and I, and Father as well,
are of heaven, and life there is full of bliss,
then why are we here suffering in Hell? '
To that, the poor mother's only reply
was a helpless look and a long-drawn sigh.
Yes, there are some questions that are not as readily to be answered. Truly observed. These are the spots where our faith should come into the play.. Your poem contains inasmuch a very good message to all us readers! Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice picture of heaven! ^_^ I like it! anyway, heaven for me is simply a place where i can be deeply happy, it doesnt really matter who is there for when you are happe you know deeply that your creator wanted you to feel this... -GanNi