… Working through consequential sequences
We learn to dance away-our-weaknesses.
Visible but in the periphery,
… Focus on a life full of victory.
Burnt to a cinder; rise above your ills,
Springtime - waking like nodding daffodils.
We're carried, through the singeing, flames of sin,
And moth-like to-a-flame we're drawn to Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
resonant with a metaphysical law