Shifting time a bit more backward,
I think that's the greatest progress
To bring backward things forward
It worth nothing but a simple digress,
There are lies my heart dont keep,
Like they should not need my sincerity
Nor the quiet meditation of a sheep
Or any theory that doubts God's dexterity
I have wrongly felt i know things i did not,
And i have repeated my woes more than once
Seeming my knowings are not well taught
I think this is more foolish than ignorance
My pastor do claim to have a faith
But never once worked wonder works
With him i have formed a strong trait,
Just like a lamb to the other flocks.
A gasping survivor and prey with scars
Looking for lighthouse to rest my roam
I have got lost and wandered too far.
O christ, search for me and i'll come home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem