Propelled into an everlasting dream, searching for a
reality of life that lies hiding somewhere between
midnight and morning.
Surprising and spiritually allowing hope to fill this
soul with a Divine spirit, holding onto faith with an
interior courage.
Forged through strength of interior spirituality, a
pocket of intellect holding everything deeply within
an innate wisdom, never able to be captured by anyone.
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I would like to translate this poem
Three stanzas of shining golden words! ! Although you make no argument like Milton's TO JUSTIFY THE WAYS OF GOD TO MAN, your words succeed into closing the gap between God's mysterious acts and our perception of them. That POCKET OF INTELLECT you identify must have been placed deep in our psyche for just such moments of religious crisis - doubt, grief, anger, loss, ETC AD INFINITUM. This INNATE WISDOM, God's gift, plus the courage you raise yourself from the depth of being represent a divine human cooperation in salvation.