Once when we were camped on a hillside, and
Jesus was speaking at a great distance,
I stretched out my body and let sleep
command me. I suddenly awoke and felt
a fierce scarlet light scorch my head.
I covered my face. Then I opened my eyes
to a cool white light inside a shimmering
yellow halo. And I was speechless because
the face of Jesuswas staring at me, and
his right hand was raised and blessed me,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A spiritual experience is captured beautifully n vividly. The connection with divinity, to feel the divine presence around you is rare but no matter what the skeptics might say, a heart that feels and a soul that is awake knows what it means to have a meeting with god.