Though straight it looks crooked,
a corner turned, is a gift received,
looking for the city promised.
love for God as well as your neighbour,
on the road a signpost reads forever,
reading once and understanding forever,
reading and ignoring ever say never!
you may stumble, but do not fall,
rise and run to the waterfall:
it is mystic and a restoration for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem