Empty being wandering through the years, totally open
to whatever God needs to be done for others, a realiz-
ation of need that so many people have within them.
Not able to help everyone, letting God choose who this
mere poet will be helping, encouraging and loving, this
earthly world being such an empty place.
Filled with humanity, yet empty just the same, wonder-
ing how life progresses so intently even though there's
nothing here to hold onto for this life is a temporary one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem