Good God,
when the world
rushes on us
mercilessly
and we lose
the overview,
you give us
orientation so
that we do not
wander around
without meaning.
When grief
and worries
overwhelm us,
when we no
longer know
what to do,
we want to
make our
way to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely. You are firing on cylinders Doc.