Don’t call, don’t speak.
Don’t dig the wound.
It hurts too much.
When you look, what
do you see? Me?
You must be mistaken.
Disguise is what you see.
Cataract eyes blur vision.
Truth abides beyond derision
Only now, never before,
I stand secure at open
door, and gaze out.
Look to see the future
whirling towards me.
It must be taken.
That’s it. You’ve had
your chance. Let’s go
together to welcome Him! (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem