Sunday´s Child

To stare in the distance, there is no hope for this walking myope tender as cotton wool, they descend the hopeful clouds´comprehend with their generous golden atmosphere sun-drenched day with jasmines´scent my cowardous heart despises, my frank face laughs this time a boisterous kiss like a storm storms....plus.... wrong in bliss visible cornfields, no nonsense as manna prepared in God's Kingdom to peer into the distance, there is no hope yes, I am the wandering myope know, you do not have to look forth anymore know that it suffices, no defense nor pretence but soar your Father is constantly there for you you are His child, why is He so mild? thoroughly loved by and by you have got wondrous things all the time, Thank you Lord, yes, i am Thine Sunday´s Child sublime.... Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan, titled: "How Wonderful is the Sun! " Dank U Heer, ik ben Uw Zondagskind…. © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected I was truly born on a Sunday, and so was my youngest son. Today is Tuesday the 27th of March 2018 @ 19.41 hrs P.M.