The world is a fragile blue marble;
That hangs in the vast, inky darkness.
Amidst chaos it is so stable.
It swims in a plethora of stars.
It brims with the glory of Creation.
Some view it from the moon or high heavens.
It causes immediate elation.
In terms of God's design - faith is strengthened.
O it is a rare, sublime sight indeed.
It makes the angels & astronauts weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem