Warmth

Don't you ever have days like this?

When the sun shines through the clouds

And its warm glow brings hope to your tired soul

Days when the warmth embraces you thoroughly

Telling that you are home

Assuring the dark won't come

Days when the grass invites you like a bed

and the trees seem like stairs to heaven

Days when the birds become an angel's choir

And the hand of God touches you through the flowers

Their smell smells like Him

Their softness whispers in your ear

"You are mine, beloved..." 

Sheila