Why do we fill our mind with whys?
When life becomes dark...or a love one dies?
Why ask a mere man to answer our replies?
When he didn't create moonlit nights or starry skies;
Our blessings are many... Do we inquire why?
Or do we just celebrate the good without prayer or sigh
O Lord always let us be wise in the words that we say...
Help our hearts be gracious and thankful each day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem