Among grey rocks of bigotry,
I am the protean one.
Among weary flesh and bone,
I am the spirit of enchantment.
Among gnarled trees and thorns,
I am the blood red rose.
Among authorised answers,
I am the bold, burning question.
Among perfect skin,
I am the fresh wound.
Among the blazing light of technology,
I am the shadow of doubt.
Among power,
I am the lamb.
Among flags,
I am the purifying flame.
Among wars,
I am the deserter.
Among family,
I am the recluse.
Among august gods,
I am the iconoclast.
Among great, raging religions,
I am the small, silent prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very strong piece, I think - filled with both power and insight. " I am the small, silent prayer" certainly hits the nail on the head and I really like: " I am the lamb Among the flags, Iam the purifying flame" Great Stuff!