Alone, sitting here with nature, contemplating life and the
passing of it so quickly, never giving much thought except
when confronted with seasons of medical issues.
Ones that capture and take life, dying and being brought
back of living, an intense and breath-taking episode of life
as it visits the other side of the black curtains of death.
Feeling the love of God always upon this poet, knowing that
God loves and has brought this poet back to life in order to
fulfill a purpose that's been uncovered by dying and coming
back once again in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem