Your Human Form

When You were born in a human form and You chose to be limited and when the angels of the witnesses in the eyes of the clouds stood you have gathered all the sinful sincerities for a bleeding crucifixion. You came to go and I could understand your divine burning. You're plus against minus, the purity touching the cursed wood. You're just plus, You're only '' Yes '' and, in Your mirror, this living illness within us is like the face of a wrongdoer, or like the paralyzed knees in kneeling, or like the bitter sap coming from the roots to feed the death. You cure us for the good deeds of our hands, You save the light of our thoughts and the old, bad things belonging to our imagination are creatively destroyed. We are not only a part of the earth but also a part of heaven and you climbed down this heaven to be with us~ seeds of conscience growing up. Poem by Marieta Maglas