My truest love hath not form nor face,
          but He can be seen in every place.
His love that comes to me so dear
          graces all, living here.
His voice upon my ears that fall,
          are natures' sounds found in all.
His touch, so tender, is in a breeze
          tugging at my face and hair, to tease.
His gifts to me are beyond human endeavor
          in flowers, in rainbows,  promising forever.
My Love hears everything I want to say
          and gladdens my heart to start each day.
With thoughts of comfort, wiping away tears
          He sends the gift of forgetfulness, of the hardest years.
My truest Love would never leave
          so there is no reason for me to grieve.
If it is guidance that I need,
          it is in the quiet, if his voice I heed.
Forgiveness, He hath an abundance of,
          knowing I sometimes block his love.
Although his form is hidden from view
          I see his likeness coming through,
wonders and miracles from every side
          a land of enchantment, no need to hide.
My truest Love will never fail
          to hear my voice through the veil...
Asking guidance, and for protection,
          He sends to me, what's in perfection.
Hist love is everlasting,
and I know why,
         a Father's love for his child, will never die.

 

Kay Ekwall©1999