Our dreams are covered in a silvery mist.
To be like the angels, is our secret wish.
Our eyes perceive beauty and expand its scope.
Our consciousness is lit by a sense of hope.
The rivers and seas seem to whisper to us.
Our meditations are as gentle as doves.
Love penetrates our hearts in magical ways.
Creation's crowning glory is endless Grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem