Lightly strumming the energy of life with the bow of a
violin, musically touching the very within of a soul
attuned to the spirituality of the Divine.
Filling and healing with the power of God, turning the
corner, building life in a crescendo of hopeful faith,
truth climbing higher.
Everyone around will soon be believing in this miracle
of faith as it sprouts and blossoms into the world,
given to humanity by God, alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem