To coin a metaphor:
It's like a Protestant
wandering into a Catholic church
and hearing someone just out of the confessional
muttering 32 Hail Mary's as instructed
huddled in the nearest pew,
and thinking
hey once is enough...
for some, a ceaseless act of worship;
for some, a wake-up call;
the intention
could be the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great example of what a good poem should be. It is understood at a very simple level, then when we pull away the layers, there's ever so much more. It is a delight. Thanks. Raynette