'Where is God? 'asked my sister.
She started to quiz and pester
'Does He sit on the highest throne
Watching and judging all alone?
Is Heaven above His only place?
How shining will be His lovely face? '
As her queries grew up in a pile
I deeply thought and gave this reply:
'In the innocent smile of a child
You can see the presence of the Guide.
In the blossoming of a pretty flower,
In the hearty laugh of the humble poor,
In the hearts where love and compassion abound-
Our God is always there to be found!
Submit to Him your heart, soul and mind-
God is great, merciful and kind! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem