For they dream not
for all they wish is now
how can a being set for damnation
dream when dreams are not
meant for them but
for blood and water in dust
death and demons only fight for now
interjecting celestial trip
when only strength lies above the sky
with grace from a gracious throne
set only for love to breathful dust
looking forward to overcoming the war
in a victor's transformed soul
in spotless white and buoyant life
all through hopeful eternity...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem