Rising and falling into life's rhythms, enlivening spirits
of interior talent with a spiritual fervor.
Rivals of earthly priority, scan the horizon for omens of
a better time to come.
Even knowing with an intelligence of productive thought
that it will never be perfect.
Faith and hope keep up with prayerful dignity as life
blooms into eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem