Only heaven knows that God is one of us,
when we reach the point when we know,
when we realise,
that our differences and our similarities complete us.
You know-
that which seperates you from me,
that which distinguishes us from each other in actual fact draws us together,
binds us; yet sets us free,
this we'll find when we understand that God is one of us.
Finding clarity in the dark,
only means that we ourselves are the light.
ie. Confusion breeds choice along with consequence,
but when one believes in ones choices,
when one has faith in oneself,
that is;
when we ourselves blossom as individual sprouts bloom in spring,
after a harsh and cold winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem