when my prayers
picked up shovels,
hoes, hammer, and nails...
they began to be answered.
when my concepts of truth
put on human faces,
they became reality!
when the eyes of my heart
began to see myself
mirrored in others,
my blindness was healed!
when i finally gave away
the last thing i clung to,
i became free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem