Connected by the trail of life
the joy, the pain, the hope, the strife
we do not know, we cannot see
like branches wide on mighty tree.
We hear of things they pain our heart
we end one stage and then we start
another moment in the race
that opens us to wondrous grace
of finding trunk and then the parts
connecting lives, uniting hearts
histories blend, truths converge
and in a flash there’s a mighty surge
that molds the mind and opens up
the hidden parts that often lie
unheeded memories, left to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem