Had I not stood on the crater
of perdition's rocky ledge
had the spewing of hot lava
not left skin and nerves on edge
Had the arctic avalanches
not heaped ice on my frail soul
I would never have been offered
life beyond my human role
Had my path been filled with roses
softest moss and gentle fields
I would not have cried to heaven
or to see God's grace revealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Life beyond my human role', absolutely profound, Liilia