Another Messenger Poem by michael Smajda
Another Messenger
Oh, what was I doing in my mother's womb?
Had my future been planned from day I was born?
Or was I, like others, to stumble throughout life
On my own, September morn to September morn?
Oh, it looks like I will know when God calls me so.
But, meanwhile, this also will befuddle me,
Was the Lord cursing me or was He blessing me
When He chose me to be one more poetic emissary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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