When the storm has calmed
I feel the cool breeze rush in
Memories of you still brush my nose
The scent of your breath
The sight of your smile and your eyes
Earlier I reminded you of a hurting man
That someone who is wounded
Will also go around hurting others
The key is to plant good so you can harvest good
That is exactly who you are
Wounded and lost
I took you in because I saw myself
When I was picked up by my father
When I was ripped and torn in pieces
In my passion to reach out to you
I was hurt and torn all over
But it was all worth the try
For greater is the glory to be revealed
And yes you are all worth it
At the end of the day I know what you need
Someone to accept and love you wholeheartedly
So there I was a willing vessel, useful for noble purpose
For I may have risked it ALL for love
But I have conquered ALL for I have loved
Someone said I won’t leave wounded
And I may feel pressed down but there was grace
There is a glory yet to be revealed
When the time is right, my reward is in full
If only to find my greatest love I am whole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem