religion,
often a drug,
that cripples the spirit
on the long path to freedom!
God?
male? female?
concept, or beyond?
or as simple as...
the light in a
small child's eyes
when his mother tells him
she loves him!
or the look
in the stray dog's eyes,
when you feed him...
or the hand of a neighbor,
who just helped you
pay your rent...
or the feeling
in the prisoner's heart,
the day he is set free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, god could very well be all the living things. A great poem.