Treble sounds of drums now beating against the silence of this
mind as it opens and blossoms into a timeless atmosphere where
angels play and sing.
An intense peace, filled with wonder at the serenity contained
in a bluened light of the Divine, being immersed in its depths
when contemplating and writing to musical rhythms.
A total relinquishment to God, loving to spend time with Him
in this quiet and intense peace, not ever wanting to be brought
out of its bluened depths.
Having found self addicted to its purity and gentle goodness,
resting and listening to rhythms as they play instruments in
this poetical mind and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having timeless love for God and trust is good. He completely observes us and helps us to improve. God is our saviour. This is a very nice poem excellently penned.