With garbage out and night lights off
But before the morning symphony
I try for a greater majesty
Where reins the silence of the day
(The strike of mantle clock withstanding)
And through which God speaks
A vector quiet as these lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is in utter silence that we can hear the still, small voice of God. Praise for your morning poem. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra