I think that as I wished to be,
more than a plain paper dream,
I became a paper plane with wings,
and I think that once I fell, again
I became aware of sin.
as a temptation life requires our desire,
in a battle of wills there are but two:
humility. ability.
and I think that to learn one must un-learn,
to forget all the pre-thought-ideas,
and know that faith is not religion,
nor is it choice or preference of belief,
rather it is what you are unwilling to believe.
I think that of all the things,
I should wish to be,
I wish for nothing more
than what I will become
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of all the moments
I should like to regain,
I wish for none that I should relive again.
I think that no man shall ever say with just cause,
in outspoken words or silent thought,
' I have not vainly lived, but all my life lived in vain'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amberlee i have to ask myself what is sin, can i actully think it, is someone going to hear me is a sin a sin if i feel guilty, or i'm sorry for doing it, good poem Warm regard AJS