Time is precious, I know Poem by Tua Birgitta Forsström

Time is precious, I know



Time is precious, I know,
to each enough of one's own suffering.
Jesus Christ holds his hand over
those asleep and the forest beasts.
I am sorry I took Your time.
I know that You handle another district
but I thought that the heart does not have boundaries.
You are right: hysteria helps no one.
It pays off, being happy.

Translated by Maria Freij

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