My Problem Is.
Upon chance occasions.
Spread amongst mundane normality.
I feel God’s love
animate my soul.
Beyond human endurance.
Wonder fills
my husk blighted soul.
Stirring passionate feeling.
When embracing spirit leaves.
Oh how totally
tormented soul crashes.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At the end how do explain the soul feels? ..Unwritten...Unwritten soul... God always provides us tourniquet to mend everything that tormented