Saintlike Poem by Melanie Emikohe
Saintlike
Those who pray the most....
hate the most,
Those who see too much of God
in themselves
see too little of God in others....
Those who claim they're blessed,
hide a sea of envy.
Thought provoking poem that calls one to self examination. it reminds me of Blake's poem below. O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. The Sick Rose, William Blake (1757-1827)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 3:56:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Enlighted soul, Ms. Winney (without the guilt-laced spiritual attachments/restraints) .. best care, xxsjg