I happened to be perusing my Facebook feed this morning when I came across a poem by a good friend of mine, Hansen Hwang. He is Chinese, and has chosen to study at Moravian for his entire college career, having to learn the English language, and he is now very fluent verbally.
What really strikes this about this piece, however, is how heart felt it is, even though he isn't even writing this in his natural language. It is a testament to how far he's come the last two semesters, and I'm proud to be his friend.
How heavy it is
To support a life?
It's such a weight,
cannot hold in bare
hand.
So I stood on thy
shoulder, as thou
cover me with thy
wings, and fly me
high.
But I was wrong --
Thou art not my
angel, that I have to
find that Atlas, on
my own.
"Thank" is too simple
to cover your greatness,
for now I should grow
my wings, in the seed you
plant.
-- to Becky Ginther, who saved a cat that killed himself eight times.
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