Between dawn and dusk you've been broken to pieces
Covered by shadow and swallowed by the grave
Deep beneath the surface and moving through the earth
You sink deeper and deeper still
High above the surface and moving through the sky
I rise higher and higher still
And though he laid me down in the dust of death
He has raised me again, yet here,
You stand at the threshold of this chasm between
Staring dead into the endless void within
The gale has torn your sail; your hull drinks in the sea
The darkened waters have risen to your neck
Drowning in fear
The bitter-cold wind bites your cheek
Paling and weak
Giving your last as the end draws near
Cry out and he'll still the storm to a whisper,
The waves of the sea to a hush
Then stand and shake the dust from your feet
Lift your head laden with ash
Or weep until your eyes run dry
But your tears won't raise the dead
Let the dead bury the dead, and soon
Sand will cover their graves
And though he laid you down in the dust of death,
He will raise you again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem