Escape, one clear, cool, crisp dark night
Away, from all bright city lights;
Search for an open space so wide
Far out into the countryside;
Isolate yourself from breathing life
Find one soft resting place from strife
Lay down, look up, open your eyes;
See priceless gifts unrealized
Dangling diamonds; suspended, placed;
None stolen, secure; unprotected space;
Cut - perfect, fine; color - sparkling clear;
Karets - unlimited, clarity - revered;
Infinity, man can't comprehend;
This priceless gift, the Maker lends.
God's enemies wear these diamonds, free.
Wicked cannot comprehend or see; so,
Escape, one clear, cool, crisp dark night
And see this One's jeweled perfect lights.
Written by: ~~Jeannie Ann Clark~~
Written: 01/03/08 11: 59pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem