This may seem to be too complicated-
But it's not, it's really not.
For all the ideas that are plowed
this poem is just fertile loam
Within the Miracles that God has wrought.
Life's trivia that is thrown at us
Is just an afternoon's crease,
All put back together-
In pieces to marvel at-
From a section of God's gloried masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem