A tear in the wind
a leaf falling from
my eyes...
The paradox of being
is life itself
Death the ruler
is but a cloud of dust
Risen is the Son of Man
take His hand
Στον άνεμο ένα δάκρυ
Ένα φύλλο απ' τα μάτια μου
κυλά...
Η παραδοξότητα του είναι
η ίδια η ζωή
Ο Θάνατος ο άρχοντας
ένα νέφος σκόνης μοναχά
Αναστημένος ο Υιός του Ανθρώπου
πιάστε το χέρι Του
... Paradox of existence is the life itself... Whoever understands this his tears are tough. Such tears are ready to accept His hand. Great poem.
A powerful and wonderful spiritual write. We.shall walk with God and hold His hand to be assured of everlasting life. Yes, death is but a cloud of dust. Brilliantly penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
superb writings..................
Thanks............................................................................