poetry in progress
my religion radiates
a sacred silence
a sanctum that holds me in
a mountain stream
running crystal clear
to an expanse of faith
where eternity is
the sky and sea coruscating
in scintillating hues
carrying the spirit away like a rainbow
i let the silence grow
to help myself grow
divinity is a receptacle
of peace and bliss in
quiet meditative embrace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem