There, I seek comfort when my mountains erupt
My pillow when the the world's on fire
I feel strong on it
Like a sturdy tree planted by the stream
A shade from the blistering heat
No boredom or restlessness, just placid
All my maladies are remedied there
Agastopic I am, to God's bosom
A place like no other
So tranquil and heart soothing
An oasis of comfort it is
In my desert of calamities
great bosom where the mind is always st peace.great write.keep writing
a beautiful poem. resting in Gods bosom you will always be safe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very inspiring poem, beauty, safety, eternal love and life.