When the last tear from God
has run down your cheek
and there is no breath
left in your dreams
God gives us the blue sky
and the moon and the stars...
Ah there it is, I can see tomorrow.
He gave us the sky
when he's nowhere around.
Life should never get so big
that it blots out the sky.
Watch the dove sit on her nest
in a red pine and you will see hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing message in a beautiful verse. -Tailor B.