There's joy in believing in an Unending Being,
loving enough to be human being, heaven sharing.
All year long.
Maybe it's a talking point to think of that
even while stuck in summer traffic to the shore.
And then, when finally there by the sea,
seeing the ocean tide toward you reach.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
Comfort and joy.
Published in Edify Fiction,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem