Slowly stroking this mind with God's spirit, nature fills my
being with freedom and exhilaration, nothing being taken away,
always giving sacraments of a spiritual life.
Counting on the mercy and love of God above, pulling me into
the wonderful shades of colorful music as it explodes around
and in intellect.
Satisfied that everything is mine to love and care for, but
only temporarily for nothing on this earth is mine, it all
belongs to God alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem