the eye sees what it wants to see
it is beauty and truth that i seek
a flower opening in the morning light
a child's laughter or a dog's delight
at it's owners return home
i see the Master's hand in everything
wherever my eyes roam
the mind believes what it wants to believe
and i still believe there is hope
as long as there is breath
in all beings large or small
i feel closest to my Maker
amongst nature and it's
endless array of radient beauty
and in the truth in the poet's pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem