Like sunshine after clouds and rain
Is a loving note, though briefly jot,
And companionship amid one’s pain
As bedrock holding house and lot.
Like water poured on open fire
Is a soft reply to an angry voice,
And composure in the face of ire
As concrete set beneath the joist.
Like tulips after winter’s plight
Is a newborn close to mother’s blouse,
And comfort after labor’s fight
As heated hearth in winter’s house.
Like rain on dry and barren soil
Is a tender kiss from one of yours,
And compassion for a hurting world
As brilliant light and open doors.
Like air to every life that breathes
Is a Savior to the sinner’s plight,
And comprehending love that bleeds
As a beggar finds the Bread of Life.