O the angels are longing to take me
To the sacred garden. I'll embrace death
Like an old, long lost friend when it arrives.
For grace & warmth will replace cold fears.
While I wait, I will try to create works:
That reflect the world's long standing concerns,
And it's current spiritual malaise.
I'll dredge up the light from the darkest realms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem