There is a woman,
so kind and great of heart,
who visits our church.
From Eastern Europe
she is tinier
than even the smallest Piaf.
When she sings,
in praise and adoration of her Creator,
you can almost see
the pillars tremble
in harmony;
as her voice
totally and powerfully
pervades
the innermost depths
of the entire congregation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem