For You, My Dear, On This Sunday Morn
I tell you dear,
fly free amongst these darkest cloud,
the darkest clouds will clear,
how this is possible?
let our heart be readible
the darkest clouds will light up,
angels come to accompany us
to the light where our heart ought to be,
about Paradise on earth?
then follow this lighted way,
God is constantly with us all days
also today, His Day,
know that He is one and all love and forgivenness!
in solitude, please add
let hear your etude,
is God's greatest Bliss in all there is!
in your prayer's act
God rewards you constantly
you dearest all and also me
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Sunday 21 March 2021
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A Prose Poem, A Narration, A Song From My Heart, my Prayers, my Prayings to God Our Lord especially on this Sunday Morn and to all Lovers in God's True Words, most pleasant read and thank you for your precious visits and your valuable comments, best wishes from The Netherlands, Sylvia Frances Chan Sunday 21 March 2021