It was raining again … like there's a war in the skies
Yet, I had a thirst for something I could not find.
So, listening to the sleepy music I closed my eyes
And daydreamed of my adventure as a blind …
I held on to a walking stick for I could not see
The path, the faces, the wall before me.
Only the smell of smoke and flowers in the air
Somehow gave my heart the courage to dare …
And take a few steps into spaces unknown,
The wooden cane becoming my third feet,
My other hand a little forward on its own,
My inner mind listening to my heart beat …
Is He somewhere here?
That friend of mine with a beard and a calming voice?
He may have a word to quench my fear
Or directions to help me with my choice …
Then I felt a warm touch on my tired shoulders
Like my father's hand on my sad evenings -
Then came this light floating with the whispers,
And all the tiny sounds of mirth and gentle mendings …
Now I know I don't have to go anywhere …
Even if I crave for a place where I could be with her,
Because she waits for me with Him just up this stair …
As He moves beside me walking on water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem