To look at myself in the universe of creation. A tiny spot, a speck
in all of the infinite remoteness of time and space. Living with the
inner strength and spirit of GOD. A tool, a clay receptacle of his spirit, to
perform GODS will in GODS creation. Molded by the hands of GOD,
in the universe created by GODS will and direction.
Placed in a harmonic coordination, which places all in a state of
perfect harmony. It is beyond the scope of mortal man, to be able to
grasp the infinite. Never ending to all existence, beyond all in realms of
all. Never ceasing in a harmonic pattern, generating into an infinite
sphere of being, a being in place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem