praise the heaven <br />above, singing the glorious <br />rhythm of the sky, whose <br />tail holds the wings of the angel for <br />joy <br /> <br />sound clears the highway to echo in <br />distance land; <br />as the melody of praise loud <br />to the heart of memories whose tangle <br />ears chorus to the unison of <br />yesteryear <br /> <br />the heaven belongs <br />to the heart <br />of peace, saddle with emptiness of <br />pure obedient to the Lord <br />of all kings; like the loads of strength <br />that call the sounds of the <br />trumpet of the meadow of rest...<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/symphony-of-the-forgiven-soul/
