on a clear stream in the mountains
there was peace
in the garden before evil entered
there was grace
now the silent dawn calls us back
to beginnings
to the pure waters and sweet air
of paradise
if we will only reach out for truth
hope is waiting
like the winter waits for the spring
another chance
like love waits with the anticipation
of longing
like time waits for the astonishment
of utopia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem