Real Light Poem by Edmond Rand

Have thee tasted whole fruits upon this earth?
All have their bitter seed
Except this one who wear nothing except White garment of truth
Not as a lie of this green garment upon thy shoulder the trees
And he is the one I read my bible almost threw away by faithful Christian overtook by stars in praising thy smile the oldest light of resurrection,
And have thee seen a sun in the light of stars? .
Behold, there is a one could not be consumed by anything
He wave his hands as a ripe fruits look forward my hand to be
Obedient of his sweetness upon the blanket of stars,
And he is not like an images of moon in thy eye looking up at the heaven
And see nothing except many diamonds which is thy dream's wings did care not
Yea, even the 'richest beggar' or ', poet'

And he is the one the little candles,
Flicker, almost beaten by wind from thy tears's hand believed,
And easy for thee to pick his sweetness,
Firstly, Wash thine hand has been served a flowers,
And did not mind of her mournful sister upon
My hand her nothing,
And immersed thy heart in the water none drank yet from this world,
As it was covered by mud with an young woman did not praise except her beauty
And make itself to confess and say: 'there is nothing except his tears moist his face upon the tree of suffering, can consume this leaves's flame of mine none killed in this garden of expectations'
And I named: HOPE or REAL LIGHT'
And so I invite you to read with me: John chapter eight verse twelve, .


Edmond Rand
27 December 2016
(Night of salvation)
And he