Life is filled with all types of heartaches and sorrow, yet we
still have moments of joy and elation; needing to concentrate
on those times is very hard to do when we're in the darkness, emptiness and loneliness of death and loss.
Losing our way, not knowing what to do because our minds are
totally affected by what we're going through, our faulty minds
drooping in tears of sorrow are held somehow in a little miracle
of innate knowledge provided by God, Himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem