Many have come before us
many to come after we leave
don't wake us from the hush
traveler here silently grieve.
Time washed we came on the shore
to our place ‘neath the moss laden stone
when our dreams soared no more
down here we lay cold alone.
Hold here traveler your breath
forget for once all the strife
hear the peace of the world beneath
death in the midst of life.
The very truth you spelt out my friend..............very nicely composed..................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the midst of life we are always aware of our mortality, always reminded of death. What a mystery! But I believe, as you said, there is peace in the world beneath. So well written.