Like the stillness that follows the storm,
like the silence when all the world sleeps,
the repose of a home without fear.
Like the harmony true justice keeps.
Like the calm of a heart that feels loved,
like serenity filling the soul
that has found the niche where it belongs.
Like the bliss of a spirit made whole.
Like the knowing that one is not judged,
being freed of the need to pretend,
like contentment when all are replete,
like the feeling of joy without end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem