All day long
In errands and distractions
Now finally at last
After Maariv
In the cold night
I turn to Poetry
And lines of gladness come easily-
For every night has its Beauty
And the long lights in the distance
Say what I know inside
How far and deep God’s world can be
When I stop to look at and dream it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem