Looking up, seeing everything new, alive, shiny, feeling the
vibrancy touching my soul, lifting my eyes higher, setting
sights on God, my Father.
Shaking His love, sprinkling it down upon me, filling my life
with His grace and meaning.
Playing the ivory chords of interior life, stirring my soul -
waking it to His knowledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is quite beautiful. Though I myself am more spiritual than religious, the idea throughout this poem is lovely. I particularly like the lines Playing the ivory chords of interior life, stirring my soul - waking it to His knowledge beautiful.