In the clear cold cloudless night
be still
gaze upward into the stars so pure
and it's radiance will cast thee down
the light so most humbly won't see
The grace for sworn
when all were born
was from the beginning and in the end
meant for you
and all others
being unto our forefathers considered as equal
green leaves
thick branches we see
were lent for the sparrows to rest and feed
For if unto the sparrow we hearken not
none will come and or ever say nought.
For the whirlwinds will whisk those whom don't care away
to places where even the lost
tread not
ever
unless if shown the way.
The house of the living
blessed would be they
whom stay
for forgiveness is of the union
in and must stand as such
if only the two could see themselves
but for the manner in which they now are!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem