Blue skies above, no clouds in sight on this clear
afternoon in Arizona.
Watching the horizon for creative images to appear,
awaiting signs from heavenly angels above.
Ones signifying that God has heard quiet prayers of
necessities being said.
Patiently waiting for an answer while sitting here,
writing through musical inspiration and natural in-
clinations that flow from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem