Oh life, grants me less to grieve, 
that I may find pleasure & love 
but, I utter not so soon of dying. 
rather some comforts to groans.
Oh heaven, ease your blazing heats 
& give crumps of comfort, I may eat.
To fatten bones and brighten smiles, 
& escape my wounds & distresses. 
Oh love, do refresh & comfort me, 
And Soften your hands and lips, 
And Show me your kindness of faith
To live in harmony with my fears.
John Nelson 3/30/2007                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    