Those who pray the most....
hate the most,
Those who see too much of God
in themselves
see too little of God in others....
Those who claim they're blessed,
hide a sea of envy.
Thought provoking poem that calls one to self examination. it reminds me of Blake's poem below. O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. The Sick Rose, William Blake (1757-1827)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enlighted soul, Ms. Winney (without the guilt-laced spiritual attachments/restraints) .. best care, xxsjg