Your Son Gave His Heart To The World Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

YOUR SON GAVE HIS HEART TO THE WORLD
God! Your Son cherishes this world. He left His blood in the soil. That's why a poppy is red on a green slope. No lightning is a burning rope. The sky's nerves may float in any rain drop. God! Your Son's glow is on the highest top. His glow reaches a small snowdrop. Rainy days come and go to let the sun show its gold comb. O, sins, whose skin is ironed instead of the clothes? God! Your Son makes a candle give its light to a newborn hope. There are billions of pillows beneath the soil. The soil takes nothing to spoil. The soil turns a snowflake to a snowdrop. God! Your Son gave His heart to the world. That's why there's a pulse even in the smallest pond.