Thought it is not Monday
but our thought is in its work day
but what is in a day
when nothing much to say
and no one near to share
what if no one care
no affairs and no beauty to stare
ah what it is in a day
like the no church Sunday
no altar to stare
and no priest to compare
but I am fine for I prayed
not just Sunday but every day
whether it is sunshine or rain
like it is Sunday
for god is not in the say
he is pervasively In a stay
in time and out of time
and although invisibly He or She - God live
my love is here always
and I am loved by the parent of all life.
God is love
God is Hope
thought i may deny
but I can't derive
the formula of love
with a straight line between my heart to eternity and now.
I can feel love but
only god can be the love
and it is given me as gift
and to you too
if we open the gift
and take a tip
to live this life
as an abundance 🎁 gift
today, Sunday and every day
light, easy, as fragrance and as Sunday
Breeze
as liberty now and always
as sunlight lively, free and loving breeze
caressing tree leaves and skin of you and mine
like a breezing kiss upon the trembling lips
of a blossom flower by the calming wind
and a tear drop for the fallen leaves
but the journey still yet to stop
for a shed leave is alive inside the breeze
for there is no end to the calming breeze
just as time has no beginning nor end
who can deny the awesome power
of Almighty of the soft invisible Sunday Breeze
where all thing awaken to the love and be blissed
what in the Sunday Breeze is the consciousness that enliven all and loving peace brought by the Sunday breeze
©ericpham
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