Boats that seem to melt or sink
Disappear beyond the vast
Horizon. Onward they sail.
—Yonder to and fro they go!
To the eyes, it ceases; Gone!
Yet, where? We must confess they
Are still there, somewhere we know!
Is truly Faith surpassing!
The eclipse —horizon as
Hidden mysteriously!
Looking back through time, we go!
Remember Dear Saint Paul was
Blinded by God in order
To see. Mystical is God
Indeed our Faith surpassing!
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Myrna M. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks