God said,
before I was born,
the first thing I would see
was your smile.
So I smiled back with this,
heavens is so knowingly.
God said,
before you smiled, smile ask you
were as of it, once, twice, three times
you were already forgiven.So..So..
Many said he, herself the vast the all,
do wast there lives,
seeking that which you never had to
ask as it was done already for you.
So then why do you labor the smile
so heavenly?
When you smile you smother) it(around it
half frown half gown of clouds.
Sadly it tries to lift it up a side and down the
other but it weeps as you claim,
some Catholics ritual of self denial.
Without it, your he the she, it's alpha never
began to circle the endless heavens to settle
on one little humble bumble,
one bee that flies,
Philosophically, having tea with you, himself to
prearrange heaven is touching one smile at a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is for some one i talked to yesterday.. who is tormented by her catholic nightmares of youth.. :) ...iip May she know her own smile that is still there..i think it is..iip