Take all of your pain of life's disappointments
Now wrap them up into a ball!
Face up to what you're pain has given
And of its disappointing cost of all.
With string of hope and faith of God
Twist it around and around till tight!
Then with the ball you've now created
You will have contained pains disappointments plight!
Grief is really an example
Of just how well it was you've loved.
In the wrap of faiths string now woven
All formed in the roundness of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The thing with the ball is; when they play handball and tennis with your life, that undo's the ball.? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?