Cupped and held
In the Hand of God I stand-
This 'future' is what I had planned,
I may have 'fallen' and sinned-
But just a bit-
For, after all, I was just a man.
But now I am dead, where freeways lead to no end-
Or so I have been led to believe,
And now it's too late for me to fall forward to another toll,
And cast my net to a nearer and dearer, more pious souled-me.
I can only hope, as still I stand,
In this moment before my high-born sun sets on all sense,
That where I stand now is truly still in the Hand of God
And that in His Hand,
The Lord forgives me for my sins-
and decides not to clench.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem