Love
From God on high Love enters this troubled world,
Just at the time when it is needed most,
Without a dire prayer or trumpeting herald,
The angel of kindness lowers like a ghost.
Rain falls on the dry soil and flowers grow,
Chirpy children are born everywhere,
They embrace the angelic light and glow,
And without a whisper Joy appears in the air.
The wonders in this lonely place,
Are reflected in a child’s face.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
