Life is not random
when each fall
takes us higher
than ourselves.
Words unspoken
from Beyond
burst in as echoes
from our shelves
where if raised up -
when nothing's left,
expose the thing
we may detest
that we are not
our very own
nor count our steps
to the unknown.
There, Greater Love
within each sense
replaces fear
with confidence,
that we, so small
may choose to know
the One who holds
each thought,
each breath,
and every heart beat
at its worst,
within His hand
is at its best.
I like this poem. Smooth and deep. Thank you. Mohabeer Beeharry
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I would like to translate this poem
You have a way in stating words lovely talent I wish I have some positive input to aid your quest but such a raw talent need room and time to be expressed i will say don't state any of your work is accomplished but refine them periodicly