Poem June 22, 1998 Issue

Love's care

Raymond L. Gentle

The wind comes rushing down the lane.
I cannot see what makes it blow,
Or how trees feed on sun and rain,
And springtime flowers begin to grow
Beneath a covering of snow.

Lots of things that we don't see
Are no less real and good and true.
I know, wherever I may be,
That God is always loving me,
And makes me always loving, too.

God's love surrounds us—like the air—
I cannot see it, but it's there.
All the joys of good deeds done,
And being friends with everyone,
Are signs that Love is everywhere.

When alone, we never need to fear;
Our Father-Mother God is here—
So close we only need to fill
Our thought with Love, and then be still.
We'll feel God's love is always near!