The great truth I find in Christianity
Is that nothing moves with out sacrifice
Jesus calls me to his cross
A call I do not want to hear.
The gospel of John Wayne is much more attractive
That true grit will over come adversity
Rather than reliance upon a G-d we can not see
Whose silence we know is deafening even for great saints.
The thing we can not get around
Is that almost nothing truly moves
With out the sweet scent of sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem