Because of the prick of a rose thorn

Rilke,a poet, died because of the prick of a rose thorn.

If you have a large wound, you bleed, apply medicine, and even go to a hospital.

However when people have small wounds, they just passby.

Small wound don’t tend to bleed, so viruses such as tetanus or erysipeloid don’t flow out off the body and just interfuse.

Just like a thorn of a beautiful rose killed Rilke,tiny things have frightening claws more than a tiger.

Beautiful and fragrant things have hideous poisonsmore than a snake.

Lightest words hit the hearts with a frightening sound than a thunder.

Meanwhile when the children wake up and wash theirfaces,

Meanwhile when the children wake up and greet,

Small thorns like dusts interfuse the body.

While sharpening a pencil, watching a T.V., opening a door of a refrigerator, opening a drawer, throwing away paper, riding abicycle,

you get pricked by a small and tiny rose thorn.

Others can’t see that small wound that doesn’t even bleed,

however, Mother sees it.

Love is like a magnifying glass.

Even the smallest wound, in Mother’s eyes, She sees it.

The rose thorn that killed the poet, Rilke.

God the Mother also look up our small wound which is not found by some others. 
Thus today, I can live in happy and comfort in the arms of God the Mother.