One voice, one breath against the wind,
Awed by the fragile life within.
T’is humbling who we really are,
Amazed we made it safe this far,
Then look and see where we began,
Like ants we march to build again.
From dust we were, to dust we go,
A tiny spark that few will know.
That measured in the scheme of things,
What counts is not what we can bring.
Beyond our insignificant strife,
Exists a God to grant us life.
And not to live in numbered days,
An empty life of empty ways.
But life beyond all human powers,
Beyond our wealth and human towers.
The greatest we could ever achieve,
Not what we do, but what we believe.
This voice, this breath against the wind,
Is awed by the fragile life within.
Now knows that one much greater than me,
Snatched me from death and set me free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem