Forget the past and diurnal burdening bounces;
Forgone life being replaced by buoyancy mounded.
Count daily catch in the net of one's edifying actions;
Let the image of the Lord in soul who is longing and anguished,
But shiny and burnished
To daily enter at the Divinity threshold,
And deeply meet Him at the center of your heart
To start again, to respond better.
Have you notice a faint distant knell
Which does resound the voices of morning song birds,
not splenic to the ears but endearing
As if a soul in Grace just being born into life eternal?
So sing the song of the heavenly hosts,
Allow it to permeate into you.
Spirituous words by the world are no longer recited;
But love born in grace has begun to flow
And whispered like whirling billows,
Forming pensive storm which embraces a soul in love
To make it into numerous musical caressing notes
Which denote caring into air soul breathes
Meets the death of her will to replace
Its trivial mortality with the magnificence of Divine Will
In order to tilt grace-ful divine inclination
More toward destitute ignorant pititful human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem