Is the reaching for it too distant.
And seems unrealistic.
Or is the appearance of it too close.
Making it too easy to accept.
It had been wished.
But suspicions kept to keep,
Have become more reliable.
Than a wish to want.
To have prayed to get.
Disbelieving it has arrived.
Too real to realize the truth and proof of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem