Though yesterdays lie forgotten
prayers and worship continues
fervently, frequently, endlessly...
as all men belong to God
and God belongs to men
for God is love, God is power
who allots and unites life and death;
and just as the five fingers
meet at the palm of the hands
all religions connect us to God;
each religion has it's own task
just as each finger has it's own role
to bend or hold, to stretch or squeeze,
religion also picks and gathers men
and brings them to worship and prayers
to gain moral strength, spiritual grace;
and like those fingers so flexible
religions are identities men chooses
to lead himself to God's proximity;
religions are like those fingers
that merge into the palm,
the palm is the centre,
that centre is God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem