Borce Panov

Rookie (27.09.1967 / Radovish, Republic of Macedonia)

Write Me, God - Poem by Borce Panov

I please you, God,
to truly exist,
to be truly invisible,
and to dream into my words
while in yours I’m awakening
and my soul at the source of life
is paying off its presence.
Please wrote the smile on my face
that you’ll like,
wrote the warmth in my heart
that will warm you up then,
Oh God,
You are the only
through whom I want to blossom
and to tie up the fruits.
I please you,
Write yourself into me, oh, God,
because often I am like a lost river,
I am plunging into my own depths,
to find out what I am running from,
my wishes, my desires
and how to save me from myself,
than only a dry riverbed remains
to tells the stories
of mine disappearances.
make the word, not my dream, to be my name
and the surname of awakening,
Write down and make it to be visible
the invisible of my eyes,
Oh, God,
make me feel good
just like when you're good
to the consternation - so good!
Let me feel like you did in that time
when you dialed how you would be willing
to take a decision
to make a world or not,
and to free the Angels from yourself
especially when the mechanism of darkness is tensed,
and you expect it to click
and to assure you about the truth of reality,
to assure you that one man
will raise his face
as the sun rises a day
a prayer,
like a newborn child, will embrace
new world
visible in the eternity

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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