Inner whispers of the divine within, immersing this mind and
intellect into a bluened light where this poetical spirit con-
tinues in our Lord's arms while writing.
Not able to see a thing, except this soul, an interior spirit-
uality always at the forefront of intellect, never being in-
terrupted by anything in this life.
This poet is not totally here since dying during surgery and
being brought back, God not yet wanting to take this mere poet,
wanting messages to be given continually on earth.
Humbly doing what He's asking, enjoying positive feelings that
come along with it, music flowing steadily, giving this mind a
joy that can't be found except through gifts God has given from
the moment of conception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem