i stare at words of marvelous comfort and
decide that my heart is not the comforting type
words of life and power, words that brought
a universe from nothing.
but sometimes i need arms
sometimes i need whispers of words
I have enough faith to look at everything
and believe that nothing I see is enough
to explain anything. To not see you,
but know you. To long, though,
like Thomas, to know the touch
of your scars against my fingers.
To hear, not read, the sound of
your voice forming the words
'Fear not' even as the same breath
formed the stars and made light
race forth from dark nothing.
instead, awareness of an unheard
voice rises in my soul as the faint
glow precedes the dawn. 'Go,
be my arms to the outcast,
and you will find me;
be my voice to the forgotten,
and you will find me;
be my heart to the unloved,
and, there, that is where
you will always find me.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of comfort, life and power which we can find only through almighty..Wonderful piece
Thank you, Rini! Always a treat to have you stop by. Be blessed, my friend.