That precarious lived in
Grant of inhaling
Verging twin darknesses
Death's; hope's ailing.
Wonder-wide, by other than
A child's means explored
For meaning shrinks. Divine proofs
Who no room afford.
For its solving, lessoned
Our reason to be
God, in matter, who denies;
Who is 'Mystery'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem, sir James........10+++++++++++++