Day has come, evenings gone to bed without reservation.
Twenty-four hours await the arrival of wonder and
placement of thought.
Movement stirs and placates motion as it soars into day-
light hours, unafraid.
Using renewed energy, beings focus on what must be done
instead of praying for guidance and leadership on path-
ways to God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem