Music from somewhere inside the recesses of a chapel, bound
by centuries of continuous melodies.
No one speaks in the presence of the Lord when He touches
our hearts with His song.
So tenderly does God touch our lives, that in the quietness
of our thoughts, our hearts are brought to overflowing as
we spill our tears of sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem