Depths of coldness do not penetrate this being
when writing.
Being in the present, keeps me warm and full
no thoughts of hunger or discomfort, come near.
Hours of writing poetry, staying interiorly in
His distant lands, enjoying his presence as He
shows me gardens of His love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...enjoying his presence as He shows me gardens of His love...... Poet is blessed and poet has achieved the finest layer of beauty to stay or to crash....depends on poet's liking!