It would be accurate
to say that God is
not the one hidden
but the soul,
unknowing,
is buried in such
a deep embrace
it can no longer
see the familiar
profile of Jesus.
It is like spending
the holy days
in a tomb with
a hidden Christ
who is snapping
and breaking
thousands of
years of bondage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem