Unloved men hate,
they know not who they are
With a speck of stardust,
a drop of light
in their eye,
they would cry
and taste delight!
OH Fill mine eyes with the stardust
of love
That I might cry a river from above!
Pure Bliss!
that it may rain upon
man and reign within
and become a fountain
of living
water,
baptizing the unclean,
unloved
souls
Living water and light
in the heart of men,
it would cease all fight
We'll walk upright
compassionate sight
god's eye seen thru ours
and hours and hours and hours
of love and bliss,
it is our
natural state
no room for hate!
~~~now~~~
Be the retarded kid
in the mall!
Loving fearlessly
and hugging all!
I am that retard
but retard it not
for love is really
all I've got
Receive it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rightly said, men bereft of love hate......they need to be loved......and love has that magical spell to transform beast to human....................very nicely composed Sir