每日一诗 英语诗歌

Traveling in Heaven

By Dian Dian, Formosa (Originally in Chinese)

By a quiet pond, a willow tree is gently swaying;

Across a winding bridge, I am strolling.

Looking up, seeing the smoke from the kitchen spiraling skyward,

I feel the breeze caressing my cheeks.

In the pavilion, I rest my feet,

Listening to the sounds of a poem recital,

Remembering the grace of my Master.

Closing my eyes and letting the soul be free,

I am traveling in Heaven on Earth!