What could have caused your grip to weaken
that allowed creation to be?
How could a lover fall to his death
from the arms of infinite
strength?
How active you are in the mind sustaining such a great wall
that the sun can cast a frightening shadow
the world believes.
No one has ever really known sadness. No real God
would ever allow pain.
How then can a heart feel it is broken and in need
If we are held in the arms of infinite
compassion and
strength?
The mirror you (God) stand before -
we need to gaze into it also.
That name you called Beloved
as I fell from your lips -
I suffer
because I did not quite
hear it;
so tell me again dear One
so clear:
I am
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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