I had an emotional dream last night
I was teaching my Grandson to fly a kite.
It flew so high till it was unseen
I gave him the rope at the start of the dream.
He asked me 'does God really live up there? '
As the kite floated higher into the air.
He said 'how can I know the things He says
And how can I know He has my requests? '
I looked to him with a Grandfather's care
And said 'you can always know He's there.
As the rope tugs your finger though the kite is afar
You know He's there by the tug on your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By the tug on your heart, God is there. thanks. good one.