The door stood open and, not knowing why,
I left the clamour of the city street, ,
And sliped inside,
Cool silence came to greet me like a balm, as
Though it could edify my wrong.
But not the background of the passers-by.
And inside the little church show that
centuries of prayer defeat.
The constant onslaught of man's noise.
Not discreet.
Beside the prayer-books one could buy
A simple candle..
I wondered why.
Greatfully from my worn out satchel
The worldy sum did come.
From a deep unknown spot
A flame now began to trot
From inside me.
Left a dancing little flame to be.
Deep in a corner where the shadows played.
Pushes back the darkness which is a plague.
In fancy I inscribed it with my name.
A small acknowledgement from one who strayed...
In off the street.
To greet the next who looking for him to meet.
Howard, This poem already bears calmness, and it already your victory from the help of the God... Tsita
From a deep unknown spot A flame now began to trot From inside me. Left a dancing little flame to be. I love this part the most its full of meaning and i love how beautiful write. thank you for sharing. best regards, Mary
Very, very good write..But I love all I have read of your work..Talented and gifted.. Blessings...
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I would like to translate this poem
I really didn't really understand what you were trying to say but i would like for you to explain it to me if you don't mind