Strangely reticent, quiet, silent, looking into the near
past with loving memories, hoping to have them repeated
over and over again throughout this mortal life.
Anticipating and cooperating with this mind as it captures
and allows me to see the beauty of an inner spirituality
being spread all over an interior life.
Spirit being loving, caring, compassionate and perfectly
enticing as I live in the sanctity of Divine blessings in
this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem