It is for many,
An experience of physical presentations.
What for them is only believed,
Has to be touched or seen.
Or left to give one an impression,
That affect the senses.
And if this doesn't come for some,
They do not turn their backs on dreams.
These are the ones who have witnessed miracles.
Knowing that a faith kept creates their wishes.
To eventually acknowledge,
It was patience they first had to nourish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem