We wait until all things are still
And a glorious and guidng hand settles gently
We stand becalmed in the glow of the moment
That we have waited for so fervently
We know again that we are in the midst of creation
And that a greater force is still kind
And when that moment has silently drifted away
We can leave our sorrows behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite impressive and motivating. You are correct. Thanks for sharing