Each dropp of rain,
Each grain of sand.
Each breath you take today.
Holds joy and pain,
In a scheme so grand,
Each and every waking day.
Each ray of light,
Each single star.
Each molecule of life.
Scream creation to the night,
Both carried, high and far,
Cutting the silence, like a knife.
Each day we see,
Each sound we hear,
Each blessed day we live.
Our souls are free,
There is no fear,
Because of what he gives.
12/30/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem