Midnight rhythms playing to my mind in afternoon silences of
peaceful imagination.
Soothing rhythms taking me on a journey of excellence, alone
with myself, enjoying the solitude being generated by my soul
in depths of faithful hope.
Never swaying from God's love, always holding onto threads of
hope beaming from an inner sun, never being dimmed by life's
suffering.
(2: 51 p.m. - 10/26/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem