Invisible hands
rain blessings
on my head.
It edits my
mistakes
taking me to
past and rearranges
my disorderly mind.
God, He might be
or a friend from Heaven.
I feel His presence
everywhere.........
An invisible will always with us but we do not recognize it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
his presence is always there. waiting for us lovely