I stood ashore of it..let d wind blow me off my feet..
I stand again today..like through it i could see a way..
Into it i walk again..that healing i may gain.
Barefooted with no shoes, like the holy ground with no shoes as rules.
I stand there at the bank..in prayer to God the highest in rank.
My legs quiver in the waters..and every sweep sends a shiver..
Healings i ask let the mermaids take up the task..
Without it i plea death..
than a curse on earth.
Let my prayer be had.
i stand with honour am no cad.
The healing waters be evaporated.
the healing rains be sent.
For my course i trend
Against my curse in prayers i bend.
I stand ashore of it.
Let the healing wind blow me of my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem