When so soft a voice, in my ear rejoices the peace
of love and time fill my soul. The breath of life so
tender and faint like a shadow in the half light,
dancing between to worlds. All is made new by the
sound of the birds song early in the spring, a promise
of warmth and things unseen. At the door of all time
we now stand and look with fresh eyes across the
vast expanse of eternity only daring to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, must be some voice. :) Beautiful. -Kylie M. Lynch