Shaking off sleep from my eyes
Jumping off my bed
Morning commences. No pies
Animated, fired up and undead
A mirage? A miracle?
No! Bounty blessed from on high
Lung. No spiracle
I neither spell nor tell a lie on the fly
Grateful
Years flow by, years grow with providence purpose
Lofty life depends not on a jewel
Wisdom, precious of course
I label it divine
For a religious reason
Faith more valuable than the vine
Giving me gourmet grapes in a sustained season
Never do I repine
Though challenges churn my resolve
Firmly buried deep within the spine
Enabling me Mathematics problems to solve
As Jesus solutions in my ears whispers
Day in, day out
I chat with him in vespers
Crushing doubt, confirming my Christian clout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem