Living on earth, knowing there are no miracles waiting
to happen, they are saved for those whom God decides
to baptize with goodness and mercy.
Lighting candles, praying, taking notice of it all, yet
the person's heart whom He looks into, seeing their love
poand compassion for even the littlest, meekest on earth.
They are usually the ones He decides are worthy of His
mercy, yet people don't understand His very mysterious
ways.
That is the way He works when we're not able to see or
understand what He does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem