No control we have and no power.
Like the branches of a tree in storm, our
Lives are here run
In darkness of the night and in the sun.
Only the fools among the crowd
Boast of strength and feel proud
As if they were Pharaohs. When they get drowned
Into the fathomless failure of life, their crowns
Seem to be dust
So fast
And then they cry
Before they die but their eyes remain stone-like dry.
We are like the branches of a tree in a storm.
We look for only His mercy who forms
And who destroys
Like toys.
We sway and sometimes fall in the wind like leaves scattering our emotions around on the cold unforgiving ground. To believe in God is to set us free from the destruction of our souls! Beautiful write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a poetic didactic allusion to life n human attitudes. Splendid great poem.