The agonies
of thinking
if just for
your shadows
or a glimpse,
instill quests
of my future.
I am not worthy
yet happy;
but please
don't
bore me. Set me
on fire
if so may
the Holy spirit
of God
be upon us.
Holy Spirit of God
light our way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem