Picture a great oak in a field of small trees
As lightning strikes, it falls to its knees
No one saw or heard it, so did the tree really fall?
What about the Christian who kept his faith hidden from all?
Your a good poet. The poem really makes you think. This reminds me faith without works is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well encapsulated piece of poetry, elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme with spiritual insight. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Dave and do remain enriched.