Sacred promises from old, giving us hope to attain what
they held for us long ago.
Silent and penetrating, giving solemn and quiet respite
to our minds as we sit back and listen to Gregorian
chants from centuries past.
Placing a coverlet of mysticism over our minds, leading
us into depths of an interior life, holding the beauty
of our actual lives within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem