Scooting around edges of destiny, finding things we
haven't gotten around to doing or finishing.
Yet, we become satisfied with who we are as human
beings and curiously continue asking questions of
God and heaven's saints.
Qualifying memories with cognitive abstractions,
praying we've been doing the right thing all along.
(11: 26 a.m. - 9/11/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem