Washing over and through fibers of my being, a touch of aroma
coming directly from a ten-dimensional blue rose of heaven, a
sign to me that God continues to be with me through everything
yet to come.
Never fearing, allowing His peace and solace to calm my spirit
and soul completely throughout the days ahead, flowing memories
of heaven's gardens continue to enfold me every moment of my
life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem