Mary kept secrets of her locket stories
Parallel destinies for Sapphire’s heart
Prayerful ecstasy of history’s glories
A rainbow-land where Christ will impart
Every little thing He does is classic
Everything, surreal, just turns to song
Even though my life’s been sadly tragic
Now I can dance in rapture and live on
A rhythmic samba captures new flurries
Words can’t express, so my feet break-free
Praise for a 1000-nights eliminate the blurry
What is man to find such a Holy Ghost liberty
We don’t see developing cuts of a diamond
Music-streams, like wine, flows down as grace
‘Rose-needle grooves man’s heart‘ said LeMond
Yes the mirror of one’s heart-stance a work of lace
Every little angel thing God does is classic
Everything, emphatic, just turns to song
Even though ‘some lives’ are born to tragic
There’s a Rainbow-end for the repentant throng
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem