Passing by the Church
come! a voice seemed to whisper.
Me myself with God!
Tiptoeing alone
pausing at giant statues
Walking to and fro.
faces fixed in place.
I can almost hear them speak
staring long enough.
Candles flickering
shadows dancing; is that You?
Marbled eyes peering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God is here, in the true temple of wisest heart!