Like the velvet warmth of sunshine,
Like the cool of April showers,
Like the soft pearl rose of dawning,
Like a field of laughing flowers.
Like the fiery gold of sunset,
Like a jasmine fragrant May,
Like a choir’s song at matins,
Like the evening breeze at play.
Like the happy laugh of children,
Like the smile of sleeping babes,
Like the moon-gleam on the river,
Like the wine from sun-kissed grapes.
Like the gossamer of rainbows,
Like a caress upon the cheek,
All these are but a glimmer of,
God our Father’s love for me.
Myra D’Souza/3rd April 2018
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