Hearts faint when the storm rages,
Hopes sublimes when the veil of sense
hangs dark between God and men.
But misery has a silver lining,
After the toil ceases
Then comes the sweet release
Nothing stays hot forever
Walk more by faith and less by sight.
In due time, time will be good again.
19th April,2023.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem