Prayerfully bowed forward, beginning the day, talking with the
Lord, asking for His blessing and promising the entire day and
all of it's activities to Him for whatever purpose He has
hidden from our view.
Life rising with the morning sun, blessing earth, allowing each
of us an opportunity to become through the help, caring and compassion we show to one another through the many days of
our inner lives.
Gloriously hidden, shining on all who venture near to touch
His cloak, and be cured of the loneliness all share with one
another.
Personally witnessing the miracle of life with every breath
our bodies make, we bow our heads prayerfully at the ending of
each day as the sun lies down, setting it's soul to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem