A knock at the door, late morning.
The dog makes a racket, but the two stand their ground.
They are on God’s business.
I know before I open the door what
they have to say – that God is the answer.
I pull the door open, try to be pleasant,
(but, please, don’t talk too long) .
Two women, earnest, polite, sincere.
(There is a message simply in their manner.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem