tender as cotton wool, they descend
the hopeful clouds´comprehend
with their generous golden atmosphere
sun-drenched day with jasmines´scent
my cowardous heart despises, my frank face laughs
this time a boisterous kiss
like a storm storms….plus….
wrong in bliss
visible cornfields, no nonsense
as manna prepared in God’s Kingdom
to peer into the distance, there is no hope
yes, I am the wandering myope
know, you do not have to look forth anymore
know that it suffices, no defense nor pretence but soar
your Father is constantly there for you
you are His child, why is He so mild?
thoroughly loved by and by
you have got wondrous things all the time,
Thank you Lord, yes, i am Thine Sunday´s Child sublime….
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan, titled: ‘How Wonderful is the Sun! ‘
Dank U Heer, ik ben Uw Zondagskind….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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I was truly born on a Sunday, and so was my youngest son.
Today is Tuesday the 27th of March 2018
@ 19.41 hrs P.M.

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