A poem for Sunday

To see as love sees
           to be as love is :
all that is enmity
           or division
detracts from our
           humanity
the smile is fired
           by flames
the kiss and caress
           the same

That no love
           is ever lost
is a cosmic law
           the literal sunlight
in her eyes
           is living proof

To the meadow
           I returned and found it
transformed into a carpet
           of lush dandelions
and delicate daisies
           their vibrant colours
owing all to the light
           that lights our lives

John Lyons