Even if severed and separated, or sent far, far away like the sun,
lost and forgotten, Truth shall reappear one soon day.
For Truth is.
Yet, where are all the missing children? Have they wandered too far
on horses, and in chariots, in carts, upon mules and dromedaries?
Would we still find them by mourning in the temple courts, sitting
among the teachers, listening, and asking questions?
And indeed, if they were in sight, would we trust our eyes
amidst a world so often lost in the night? Would we see angels
this far from paradise? See, darkness covers the earth. Still,
with hope, we go on. We open our hearts, and listen for the sun.
Published by Junto Magazine,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem