So these thoughts out here
never seem to disappear
they just keep swirling around
and round and round and round...
If they keep always swirling
my mind they'll be hurling
without stillness and silence
I'll never meet Him with the crown
Mind your thots dear Lad
in case they are ever bad
in your world they will be
the dominating creative force!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem