Seeking to win we play this gameIs winning and losing not just the sameIts learning and loving which is true playingBut seeking to win we lose living
It's a game with rules unknownSet by the One of great renown
He sits up there and crafts them cleverlyWe are set to play blindly
The cards are dealt, some come strongBut we could play it all wrongSometimes the cards come lifeless weakHis changing rules gives success sleek
In winning we rejoice and count ourselves firstTht's when we are fully lostIn losing we sit to deeply ponderAnd feel like it's a moment to surrender
And then it dawns that we don't controlIt's He who makes the dies rollIt's then we realize that wins don't count
If heavens we really want to mount
If we let ourselves in His handWe are sure to reach the great land....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If heavens we really want to mount, then we have to think deep definitely. Wonderful presentation of your personal thoughts.