In enclosed silence
You dwell
A decorative entrance
Being a blind
To Your presence.
Daily You salve
The bruised and broken
Hearts of many.
The aged, the young,
The sick... all come
To thank and seek
Your compassion
In solitude and silence.
Your presence
Is a grace, a gift,
A solace...only love
Could be its source.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written piece...brings pictures to my mind...thank you...