Just as a whirling wind
The earth turns again.
we stand upon it
its neither felt nor heard
In the expanses
I hear angels singing.
A promotion of love
flows from within.
The sky filled with beauty
and mysteriousness
we glare at its wonder
and awesome vastness.
Its creation
Although not understood
A universe of universal
good
We are capable to love
What we do not understand
Because of its beauty
And the mystery in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem