A stone laid by the river say,
"Friend, love the poverty and you be rich
for what for if I'm rich but then I forget the poor
Love the powerlessness and you be strong
let others be strong and I'm weak
let them run and I crawl
but never be lazy in your exhaustion
Love the lowliness and you be you
It is not in the peak of the hill you found orchid
it is in the cool slope near the glimmering spring
for the sooner you get, the sooner you forget
Love the hunger and sorrow, and you be filled,
for in greediness, there is nothing can satisfy
even the whole world given you it is nothing
Love and embrace it,
then the compassion greets you
and everything becomes gladsome
Love the thirst and tears, and you be joyful
for he who fears to bow is dreaming
peace never touches his heart unless he bow
to the suffering
Love the lowest ground and you be still
the least place is the place where pure water loves
the water never be satisfied until it sits on the lowest spot
and as a mother she takes care of little grass and sweet lilies
Release the captives,
for so long as they are there, they made you captive
unload the burden, and a new burden will come
walk with a lame
talk with the mute
weep with refugees
eat with the poor
stand up with the paralyzed
they're beautiful "
for what for if I'm rich but then I forget the poor
Love the powerlessness and you be strong
let others be strong and I'm weak
let them run and I crawl
but never be lazy in your exhaustion
Love the lowliness and you be you
It is not in the peak of the hill you found orchid
it is in the cool slope near the glimmering spring
for the sooner you get, the sooner you forget
Love the hunger and sorrow, and you be filled,
for in greediness, there is nothing can satisfy
even the whole world given you it is nothing
Love and embrace it,
then the compassion greets you
and everything becomes gladsome
Love the thirst and tears, and you be joyful
for he who fears to bow is dreaming
peace never touches his heart unless he bow
to the suffering
Love the lowest ground and you be still
the least place is the place where pure water loves
the water never be satisfied until it sits on the lowest spot
and as a mother she takes care of little grass and sweet lilies
Release the captives,
for so long as they are there, they made you captive
unload the burden, and a new burden will come
walk with a lame
talk with the mute
weep with refugees
eat with the poor
stand up with the paralyzed
they're beautiful "
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem, Yudhie! Axios kai bravo! I praise and thank the Lord for raising up the lowly and filling the hungry with good things. Glory to You, O God, glory to You!
ReplyDeleteThanks, my brothers in Christ! Glory to God forever and ever :). He is everything!
ReplyDelete...and all that can be added brothers is AMEYN!
ReplyDeleteDid you write this? It is lovely, just really lovely! Thank you so much for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Molly! It's just great to know you visit my messy blog! :). Keep your good work in the Lord!
ReplyDeleteAmen indeed; thank you for the call to remember humility and our call to help our neighbour.
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