There's a secret intrusion
Deep down in my soul
It has revealed an illusion
And uncovered a hole
It's causing such confusion
In the Midnight session
I behold the Beautiful Fusion
Of grace and my confession
But what does this mean?
Is this a work of fiction?
Am I really clean
Amid the soaring contradiction?
Let Infinity's work convene
My life I must give
When aching for the Unseen
Tis then I truly live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent point here, Matt.