Forsaken and lonely, waiting on death's doorstep for
a better world beyond.
Daydreaming of a life now past, looking to the future
with hesitant apprehension at times.
Then turning around life spins about, taking with it
all erasable doubts, planting us steadfastly in our
long-awaited promised land of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem