God’s love cannot be held in any container,
But permeates out to touch us,
Pouring forth like sunlight.
Maybe we can’t always feel the warmth,
Directly on our skin,
As we do in the summer of our lives;
As the Summer sun warms us,
Like no other season.
There’s a million sad stories in the world,
Every one, to me, a thing of beauty;
Stories of our fragility and our humanity.
Somehow the Springing forth of new life,
Or new love, like the first bud from a Winter‘s thaw,
Will always capture my hope and imagination.
The most beautiful gift a human does possess,
Is the power within, to keep loving,
In spite of a Fall.
These are the stories I never grow weary,
Of seeing or reading or hearing,
Like an Adele love song.