A crystal pointing skyward in heavenly darkness
may have no more regal splendour than you
or I, but even in this cavernous, empty heart
It's difficult; it's profoundly difficult for me
to believe that somehow stupendous sunlight
suspended hasn't shone on its iridescent face.
It's almost unbelievable for me to fathom.
It hasn't been cherished with loving sweetness.
It hasn't been blessed by some unseen grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem itself held grace. Thank you for sharing.