a chatterbox
speaks to me
every minute
of my life
no he does not speak
through tongues
but deeds
and he is my creator
this heart beats
each beat
signals his permission
to let me live
the sky full of stars
every star
a word of
his mightiness
his promise of
a life beyond
a rose blooms
a verse from
his poetic vault
a haiku
to share the
little pleasure of life
the tinkling sound
of the little brook
in the forest
his soothing tongue
to calm me down
god's tongues
sprout everywhere
engaging me in his world
propelling me up
the evolution chain
with his lulabies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, I think it is beautiful, I always appreciate your spiritual side.