Your Voice Is Love To Me
Melting cream on apple pie, the scent of oven-fresh cookies.
Soft feline purring, gentle purring springs.
Hot chocolate, warm pumpkin bread, a handmade,
fragrant, down-filled quilt of country hues.
Unhurried, careful a Sunday
Silky, tepid showers of bubbles in the tub to wash away chaos,
Playful bells giggling in the breeze,
Tepid showers on dusty, crusty wastelands.
Strong oak rocking chair, stories softly read;
Velvet verbal strokes of touch dispelling childhood nightmares.
Memories of rose water encircle me with Mother Love never known.
Your voice, a soft mortal vocal vessel of Divine Utterings.
(c) 2007 April Lorier
(For Ann, my sister in the Lord. We celebrate 30 years of friendship this year.)
2 comments:
How beautiful!
yes. so beautiful. your son insisted that anonymous and I read it. we saved it. thank you. pushing a new book myself. luck to you on yours. I will read it.