Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
That poet my sister, who can just spin out a rhyme any old time on any subject, shares another of hers with us today.
She used to delight her nieces and nephews (my crew) as they grew up with funny little rhymes about their fingers and toes, pets, sticks and stones, etc.
Easter Sunday she spun this one off for her granddaughter, Lisa:
His love is in the sunshine,
His love is in the air,
His love is omnipresent,
God's love is everywhere;
His love is in the evening,
His love is in the night,
His love is in the dawning,
Of morning's early light;
His love is in the raindrops,
And in the morning dew,
His love is in the windstorm,
And in the lightning too;
His love is never ending,
He knows our every fear,
And so he casts a rainbow,
To say that he is near.
Here between Mother's Day and Father's Day, when so much love is in the air.
And her birthday coming right up (she will be 81) and still writing her poems. So from all of us Happy Birthday. Sis, mother, grandmother, friend.
So many have appreciated your poems through the years. Thanks, Mary, for sharing a new one with us.
Love: The very first greeting, feeling, knowing as we enter this world is our mother's (father's) love, their loving caress. Our feeling of security, our very first experience as God intended. God's commandments to love, to honor to cherish. Why is it sometimes so hard to do?
Charles Dickens, who died in 1870, left us with so very much wisdom. He left us with so many wise sayings, including this one: "A loving heart is the truest wisdom."
-- Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie, 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.