Storm clouds swirling, piling up around the tower, enlightening
the cross that marks Brophy Chapel.
Beautiful white, stormy clouds being blown about like snow upon
the ground.
Piling up in drifts around the cross, showing us the way is
tough, as this haunting beauty fills the skies above, showing
us the only way in life is to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem