god - he was
angry again
above my pillow
two nights ago
he called out my name
it's a stern male voice
not shrouded with mystery
but a voice that echoes
a bastion of knowledge
patience, reasonbleness
forgiveness
yet harsh as truth
a voice intruded into
the terrain in the mind
that could hear without ears
he is angry
and i am afraid
for reason i seek to find
god cultures ears
in the mind for his - and his angels
to reach out to homo sapiens!
if you could make out
the difference between
the imagined and the real!
the battle to reach God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very profound and haunting poem. Congratulations for having over 1000 poems at this site.Encore. Kindest regards, Sandra