Awakening roads of becoming take us down creative
lanes on future highways of loneliness.
Striving for some measure of being, we continue
traveling in all directions, searching for some-
thing we can't put our finger on.
Yet, entire reverberations fill our souls with
echoes of Godliness, taking our lives through
gardens of Eden and beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem