To stare in the distance, there is no hope
for this walking myope
tender as cotton wool, they descend
the hopeful clouds´comprehend
with their generous golden atmosphere
sun-drenched day with jasmines´scent
my cowardous heart despises, my frank face laughs
this time a boisterous kiss
like a storm storms....plus....
wrong in bliss
visible cornfields, no nonsense
as manna prepared in God's Kingdom
to peer into the distance, there is no hope
yes, I am the wandering myope
know, you do not have to look forth anymore
know that it suffices, no defense nor pretence but soar
your Father is constantly there for you
you are His child, why is He so mild?
thoroughly loved by and by
you have got wondrous things all the time,
Thank you Lord, yes, i am Thine Sunday´s Child sublime....
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan, titled: "How Wonderful is the Sun! "
Dank U Heer, ik ben Uw Zondagskind….
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I was truly born on a Sunday, and so was my youngest son.
Today is Tuesday the 27th of March 2018
@ 19.41 hrs P.M.
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A marvelous spiritual write masterly crafted.Yes, our Father Almighty is constantly here for us no matter who we are. Liked all the beautiful lines of the last stanza. A great piece and very inspiring.10
Dear Mrs. Juan-Austin, I feel flattered, humbled and honored by your most valuable comments and feedback. Such a good feel to receive comments and feedback from you, this means so much to me. I know for sure that my poem is understood, endless thanks to you, also for the 10. Your responses inspire me to write the next poem again. God´s Grand Blessings be upon you.