The Master now rests
Having left his mark
The Light of the East
Illuming the dark
The student I was
The writer I am
Encouraged by Him
(The blood of the lamb)
Urethane flowers
Explode into space
The moon in my hand
The sky in his face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one! But are we sure he rests...has this been confirmed?