With rocket ships,
man has sent a baboon, a dog into space,
has ventured into a race,
man has gone on trips
has trod upon the moon,
breathing through a aqualung
some were shattered flung
into a thousand bits
and any flight through space
remains a challenging thing, soaring into darkness
a quest against a almost endless night.
No man can by his own machinations
reach out
and touch the face of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No man can by his own machinations reach out and touch the face of God. wonderful poem be blessed