Quiet evening, prayers rising to heaven in hopes of being
answered rapidly, but it just doesn't happen that way, for
God gives us time to think about what we've asked for.
Making sure that's what we actually want from life, bringing
emergency help to those in dire need, not wanting them to
suffer needlessly on earth.
Stepping onto gravel pathways, walking up heights that measure
our faith and hope, our lives being gauged unknowingly here on
earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem