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