he is full of the milk of love
nectare, pollens, the sweetest
of passion fruits and multi hued
soft petaled flowers
but when he is furious, his disapproving
glimpse strikes like bolts of lightning
and his ferocious voice thunder over
the face of the earth sending every
creature scurrying for shelter
but love always overpowers him
and he is overwhelmed with tears
rain that comes down in torrents
to renew the land for growth and
perpetration of the species good or bad
flowers blossom and animals
sniff their way out for adventures again
the sky is painted with luminous clouds
and the sun disperses his grace all over
such is the love of God for our world... he sheds his tears to renew the land, and we receive his grace.. excellent! xxxPenny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely hymn to the Maker of all things bright and beautiful. Warmest regards, Sandra