Gray clouds swirling around in visions of my mind, generating a myriad of thoughts, gently touching my soul with delight.
Caressing notes of my own rhythms, taking me into interior parts of heaven's gardens where I am calmly soothed by God's intense presence at my side.
As I walk among gardens filled with blue roses I once connected with sorrow and the Blessed Mother, now I feel the joy of being with God whenever the scent of blue roses enters my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem