Bereft of your ego
Your power, your money
Come to me
For I have no use for your ornaments
Come to me
The way I had sent you
Naked to the skin
Helpless, weak, innocent
For you have no power
Except for what I had given you
You have no wisdom
Except for what I had allowed you
You will never know me
The way I know you
You are my creation
A figment of my imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without God man is nothing. Beautiful poem