In the silver moonlight shadows a cross stood
Loitering silently beside the soft flowing Brooke,
A star studded sky looks down from the cloud,
Upon sprinkling waters coming from the rock.
The grass banks beyond entered into a trance,
Sometimes our natural season just need a break,
For a brief moment to sleep in a Rosary place,
And contemplate the reasons for a brief intake.
What dreams do we have of this divine office?
In the sleep where wishes and temptation creep,
Upon what private breviary liturgy announce
Faith to join prayer time in the apostle's creed.
Keeping hold of the metal until doxology end,
The Rosary prayer bring sweetness and hope,
Make salutation of soul groan in the veil of tears
Mended hearts enjoy those gracious advocate.
Into his form of fate drew the highest blessings,
Of the Forgiveness that fills our heart with joy
In juicy sweet traces release our guardian wings,
Comfort ending when angels stir in holy rosary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sparking water comes from rock and this is natural process as well as amazing too. Very wisely drafted poem is shared here definitely....10