Where earth meets sky
and time stands still,
infinity lies displayed
in startlight's gleam
and rainbows that never fade.
And the soul of man
is a butterfly
returning new and free,
to the waiting Hand of God,
at the door to Eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful gentle poem, beautifully written...I love it.