Lights are passing
Faint sight at bow,
Northern breeze or You
the soothing immortal soul,
Storm is ragging
silent aside at rue,
Vast waiting or You
the almighty loving rule.
Almighty God is the almighty loving rule. A brilliant poem on Almighty nicely executed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautified spiritual poem...sounds great...thank you