I was walking through a garden,
the ugliest I've ever seen.
All the flowers and trees were dying
and the water was getting dry.
Everything was dry and ugly,
they were sighning because of suffering.
I asked the Man on my side,
why this garden so ugly and dead was.
He smiled at me and all flowers bowed down,
while we walked by.
He saw it and touched them,
every flower, one by one.
And the flowers became pretty.
More pretty and colourfull I had ever seen before.
I asked the Man why those flowers,
were now so colourfull and pretty.
The Man only smiled at me again.
The trees started to praise Him,
They showed Him their thanks for everything.
He looked at them and touched them.
And all the trees became so high,
and beautiful green and healthy.
I asked the Man again,
how it possible was that those tress became so beautiful
just after one single touch.
The man smiled at me
and a little girl bowed on her knees.
She bowed her head and kissed His feet.
She was crying and begging for fogiveness.
Her hands were lifted up to heaven
and she said: 'halleluja, praise the only King.'
the Man lifted up her face
and looked her in her eyes.
The girl became a beautiful woman.
Made up like a bride,
waiting for her bridegroom.
But her voice stayed like the voice of a child.
She praised the Man and said: 'Holy is the King of heaven.'
I heared a noice and saw
a grey army came from the mountains.
They were beat up and wounded.
They fall on their knees when they saw the Man.
'Forgive us King of heaven. Forgive us, we loosed.'
The Man walked to them and gave them,
a sword made of gold.
He showed them a table filled by delicious food and wine.
The grey men smiled and praised the Man.
they said: 'Worthy is the King of heaven.'
Then I saw a bride,
the Man smiled out her and took her hand.
He walked her through the gates.
The gates opened and the dead ones walked out of it.
They bowed down for the King and said:
'Holy is the Lord almighty, worthy is our King.'
The Man showed them the table with food,
and everyone started to eat.
To eat... in peace.
Then the Man turned to me.
He touched my face and then I saw,
Him, the King of heaven
JE LEEST
The Rose of my heart
PoetryWe all got parts in our lives which gives us strength and hope. But we also got parts which brings a lot of pain. In times i feel very happy or very sad or something I gonna write. Most of the times I write some poems. I hope you like them.
