I have given away everything, O love!
In your sacred worship.
When the sun has risen in the East,
I gave you the first ray of dawn.
But you say it is not enough
So the barren field with paddy I have
sown,
But you smile and say "More".
I have strewn your feet with flowers,
From distant lands not known to man,
Where the wild horses often ran,
And pretty girls put flowers in their hair.
But you simply said "Not enough".
I did put all of my fortune before you,
And all things most expensive that by man can be bought,
But you smiled and shook your head,
And told me that's not what you sought.
At last I felt sad at life,
And offered my last breath before your feet,
I was humble in a solemn prayer.
That's when you smiled and kissed me,
You told me with certainty,
"For the cost of a teardrop and a life,
I will be with you for eternity"
When you want something you've never had, you have to do something you've never done. The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore. The "I" in your poem seemed to be too distracted with the ephemeral allure of human wisdom. The heart is always the key with God. An earnest poem of some merit.
Peace... r
Peace... r