The whistling waters
Serve to wash
Away the fear
Within our souls
The breath of him
Who reigns
Rinsing down
Casting us to the rock
That grants salvation
But still some
Hold to the
Floating log not
The true rock Thus
They are not saved
But carried away
By the perilous
Waves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem