The shady wood I came upon
Was so adequately blessed,
I determined I would tarry there,
If only for a rest.
The trees were as cathedrals
And the floor was mossy green-
While the scattered beams of sunlight
Made the site the more serene.
The cool and misty morning air
Did my worries quickly dim-
It was a sanctuary of a sort,
The breeze was as a hymn.
And I thought I saw an angel,
Though it may have been a deer-
Still God now seemed less distant
Just as heaven seemed more near.
The misty wood I came upon
Was by God so richly dressed,
I offered up a prayer of thanks...
A most inspired guest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem