Cathedrals in my cavernous mind, giving me respite when needed, to be away from this world.
Innate spirit deepened by the music venerating God and
His wisdom, as I write and try to do His will as much
as I can in this earthly atmosphere.
Quietly contemplating the universe He has built within, appreciating even the very little things He has given,
as I write about as many of them as possible in the
time He has allotted me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem