Do we still possess the same awe
And reverence towards distant stars
That the ancients did in their time?
It seems that we do not, given
The secularised territory,
And the marked retreat from nature's womb
Can we still offer the supreme gift
Of love to the other in good heart?
Or do we prize the glitter of icons
That pervades our swollen media?
Do we remember the ragged child
Who gave a name to this famed season?
Who held the vast universe in his hands;
Whose divine innocence was richer than gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For most of the world I think it has. Thank you.
Thanks Spock. I greatly appreciate your kind comment.