Hidden Grace
Hidden Grace
(shilombish holitopa ma!)
In an old church near Broken Bow
(ishmminti pulla cha)
Men sit one side, women on the other.
(hatak ilbusha pia ha)
All men are brothers
(is pi yukpalashke.)
And like the oak we grow.
Hidden Grace
Hidden Grace
(shilombish holitopa ma!)
In an old church near Broken Bow
(ishmminti pulla cha)
Men sit one side, women on the other.
(hatak ilbusha pia ha)
All men are brothers
(is pi yukpalashke.)
And like the oak we grow.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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