The Presence of Love
"And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
When I find it hard to understand my Father God's love for me I need only reflect on how precious you my daughter are to me, and then I smile knowing that He loves me even more than that. How can it be?!
ReplyDeletePapa and I had a wonderful anniversary evening with dinner at Juban's. Thanks for thinking of us with such a lovely poem.
You have my heart.
Mom
Such a beautiful photo - now we know where all the family beauty comes from!
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