Weaving through time in a race
Spacing our dazzle in space
Influenced by love's pace
That shines pure in the redeemed face
Spelt out loud in the rhythms of His Grace
The rich of this present day vanishing with no trace
Trombone sounding afar off at the base
Soulful sound of a spiritual clarinet to lull a troubled soul
Wartime trumpet warning a soul in slumber to up and be awake
Even as we race through time, let us take time and rest
Ingenuity comes with practice, so is impunity with impurity
Weaving through time in a race, we must remember to take time to reflect!
13 April 2021
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I would like to translate this poem
Great rhyming. There is rhythm in your soul.