Thoughts beyond expressing, no words, no song or rhyme,
Here among the verdant fields, colours reach their prime.
Every flower, a masterpiece, every tree, a climb,
Every breath, a lease of life, every hour, sublime.
Another time, another place, another chosen hour,
Another, golden sunshine, another, April shower.
Another chance to seek You out, to praise Your name and power,
Another yet, to pause, to pray, to smell another flower.
A touch, a little closer, your warmth against my own,
For know that I am for you, no more of days alone.
Outside the darkness, fearful, with winds that chill the bone,
Yet find in me, a fire, the home, you’ve always known.
“Touch me and see, …”
~ Luke 24:39
Let life, its sweetness find you, shades of rosy hue,
A taste of God’s creation, the tropics shining through.
Turning all, refreshing, the jaded, made anew,
The goodness of His bounty, the earth, in fullness due.