A man's life lasts no longer than
the batting of an eye lash,
still a lot of things happen in a lifetime.
I recall when I was a small boy.
Living with my grandfather
on a farm in North Georgia.
Sunday was church day but I did not go.
The preacher in those days used the fear of God
as their theme, hellfire and damnation.
I was afraid to listen.
I had dreams, nightmares and in them I was being chased
by a man with a long beard.
There was a hole he was going to toss me in.
I would wake up sweating and scared,
I know this man must be God.
On Sunday's I would go into the woods
and sit on a log and think;
the sun would shine through the trees
and give a smoky haze of beauty to the woods.
The crickets would all sing in one voice.
God loves the people, the animals, and all things.
The beauty is for all.
Then I knew there was no hell, no fire, no damnation.
Love was the thing man needed.
Not fear.
And then I would cry...! ! !
Because there wasn't anyone I could tell this to.
Michael Arnold Cooper
19 April 1909 - 12 October 1977
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem