When you are inside a church
everyone there is in an own world,
while even whispers can be heard.
People may think that the church
is no more than a dead telephone
that is connected to nowhere
that others do pick it up hoping it's different
although in this time, place and age
they do know better they want to listen
hoping that somehow it is different
and yet it truly is alive, as God does really exist
where at His own place and time
He acts in ways that are for our good
like a father draws us closer to Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem