Every time I walk through God's gates
I'm greeted with a smile
Guided by his hand with a timetable for visits
With each of us spending moments
With loved ones, talking to them while
Waiting for an answer that's not coming.
The darkness within these souls
Buried beneath our feet will not go away
But transcends a message of seasoned grief.
Above, the sky is blindfolded
From the growing graves beneath,
In fields of green grass growing
Around stoney mouldy marble.
One day the mirrored sky will drop
it's blindfold, reflecting hope
And forgiveness to all who lie
There below, so a journey can
Begin to take away our pain forever,
Then you God can give them back
To us instead of taking anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem