In the vastness of our journeys
We may have directions or not
In the air we breathe
And the endless universe we are in
We maybe alone
But one thing sure, God is in control
Of our destinations
If we allow him
We will soar the peaks of his perfect plan
Like the eagle, he is at peace amidst the sky
In his solitude enjoying
the feel of the wind caressing his wings
unmindful of the quietness
and breathtakingly beautiful horizon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem