The Glory of God is plain for all to see:
Eternal Universe,
A shimmering swirl of galactic wheels,
All brimming with the building blocks of Life!
Yet Mystery hangs her mists upon the soaring mounts,
As God remains a distant dream.
There’s More than This!
So goes the call.
Just give me Truth
Is all I ask!
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I would like to translate this poem
Great line both fantastic and originally artistic. 'Yet Mystery hangs her mists upon the soaring mounts, '. Totally enjoyed this read. Thanks so much for the kind comment on my poem. Hadda giv-itta tenner kind sir of the well written word. God bless all poets and readers alike-MJG.