Goldilocks is asleep; her Place is fine
God gave her a Vision, a plan Devine.
So Awake! Sweet child, to find your core.
May mind know: Life is not as idle ore
But life is iron dug from central gloom
Alive means Battered by the shocks of doom.
God gives us the vision to shape your key.
God has to takes us into the valley
And put us through fires, floods to shape us
Til we get to the place He can trust us
With the truth: ver’table reality
Shakespeare said “life’s a stage.” each has a part
Comedy, clear to see is our folly
So admit: tragedy is life unheart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem