Haunted by fear
of failure and
taunted by what
we lack, we
form caricatures
to deny our
vulnerability and
survive independently.
Yet the self-protective
man is not the truest us.
The truest reality
of the masculine soul
is that we are inheritors
of original goodness,
magnificently crafted
in the image of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem