O stars, I admit that you inspire my poetry
Yet, in matters of astrology
I won't ask you what tomorrow holds for me
Well, I learned that NOW is all that matters
Of your success forecast, I'm not flattered
For the Lord is my only Shepherd
He writes my fate with love and mercy
Into His Hands I put all my worries
And trust that with Him, my soul shall have victory
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem