The soft cry of a newborn child, to this I subscribe.
The warmth of a mothers guiding hand, no other feeling like it in the land.
The security of a father's voice, strong and powerful all at once.
The hug of Grandma's arms, abound surround with love for all time.
The gentle wisdom of Grandpa, his leather-like hands, humble head bowed sweat on the brow.
Your first prayer said, God so close he could always be found no matter what the ground.
The love of a pet, no questions asked, no judgments made, just love in it's purest form this he performs.
Knowledge well earned, long days spent that devour the ignorance, hour by hour.
The first love lost and found. so hurtful so profound, that in ones scared soul it can only be found.
A true friend, hard to find, harder yet to keep, when we loose them we so weep.
A warm fire in cold winter, every ones desire.
Time healed pain we all sustain, the pain is eased by age but can never be truly gauged.
An old body with a young heart, we wonder what happened to our youth but we all know the truth.
Knowing of God's forgiveness, is essential to reach your full human potential, no one walks alone to the golden throne.
A quite gospel hymn on the breeze of a southern spring night cast it's spell, no need of a church, on this night for God is within sight, all is quite, all is well.
To pass from the earth to the Fathers side, while held in the arms of your loved ones.
These are God's Tender Mercies, gifts to ease our journey through the valleys and mountains of Life and Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Realizing the presence of God in simple things we come across in our daily lives, but fail to register and acknowledge in our rat races.. A quite gospel hymn on the breeze of a southern spring night cast it's spell beautiful lines.. thanks for sharing.