Writing alone in my niece's home, loving the feel of creative
grace suddenly surrounding my mind entirely.
Surrendering my soul to it's need to write poetry, absorbing
every negative thought into a poem being expressed and for-
gotten at long last in this life.
Rushing constantly, believing in the possibilities of miracles
appearing before me in total attire with the blessings of many
angels sent from God.
Acknowledging my presence in both worlds as I continue to live
life, having been met by them both in just this one lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem