Many years ago, riding through the jungle in the south,
I had a glimpse, and the ecstasy
of the life I now have.
Tall, through the jungle,
between and among the trees,
fearless of the snakes, cats and darkness,
up, down and around,
I rode defenseless - I thought - for I had
no weapons, nor light to guide me
along the pathless mountain tops.
But as the darkness faded,
to make way for dawn,
I found myself in the threshold
of the jungle and pasture land.
Looking to the darkness
in the green behind,
I became aware
that protection for myself,
and direction for my horse
had been provided
by the angels and The Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem