tell me and you will hear me, talk to me
and you will know me, say nothing then
the whole day, waste my day
talk to me, you have something to recall
my presence and will lead you to know
more about me; for not all the time the
memory will linger in your hand
taught my inequities and guide my way,
not that i'm perfect that i need nothing,
nor i have nothing that I can't give
till we meet again, know my faults my
lapses, even my death makes me fine; as
i'm luck and happy for the joy i receive
is nothing than a special love of honesty
tear my sinfulness and save my weary
soul, the heart i take brings my own
vanity and i doom to stay in the fire of
hell forever i lay
take time to open my heart, though the
droplets is falling and the ground is
waiting to swallow my soul, yet! i'm still
alive, wanting to live in your willing hand
of mercy....amen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'take time to open my heart, though the droplets is falling and the ground is waiting to swallow my soul, yet! i'm still alive, wanting to live in your willing hand of mercy....amen'... fruitfully sweet devoted lines Anton...you open out your heart there...10