I stood and observed her,
Searching for disgarded soda cans.
And picking through trash,
From a downtown corner garbage bin!
And as I observed her,
People waiting at a bustop...
Would laugh and begin to mock.
And she would return to them,
A warm inviting grin.
And observing this I began to think,
How peaceful she appeared.
With hair fresh and netted to keep in place.
And a face...
Beautiful and radiantly clear.
She knew 'something' immediately I felt,
Deep within me.
This woman knew exactly who she was.
And in her eyes...
There was not a sign shown she was in denial.
This woman knew exactly what happiness was.
And from where she directly obtained it!
Helpless she appeared.
But a few that observed her,
Like I did...
Knew,
What she kept inside of her endeared!
She did not have to be convinced!
She knew,
She 'is'...
A child of God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem