Rising with the sun, being blinded by it's light,
yet happy to feel it's warmth against my being.
Trusting in our Lord, knowing this day will be
lived solely for Him.
Being instructed by innate intellect how to go
about it through writing.
Filling pages of poetry journals with messages,
entering spiritual universes.
Finding words automatically falling into my mind
through an inner waterfall and placed in ink on
every page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem